#wolfxdayz

Eddie practically threw himself at Peter, wrapping his arms around him and nestling his face against his neck, breathing in that deeply unique scent of his werewolf. “Dude you were gone for ages, was starting to think you’d miss the Halloween party.”

He felt for his party...he had some real nasty stuff lined up that he couldn’t wait to throw at them all, so if Peter was going to join in, he needed to be prepared.

☾⋆ ‒‒‒‒‒ "It's the least I can do on your special day! Next time, tell me which you like best so I can bake a whole batch for you.~"

Galadir had snuck out again and had been swimming around for a few cycles of the sun and moon, though the merman prefered the moonlight as it hurt his eyes less. He was perched on a broken mast of a sunken ship with his tail wrapped loosely around the wood, a seaweed woven bag over his shoulder and was happily munching away on a decently sized fish he had managed to catch. There weren’t many predators in this part of the ocean that would come by the scent of blood in the water so he felt safe enough to eat his food.

The corner of Anthony’s lip curled mischievously at the question, which somewhat broke the mystique he was going for, but fuck it. Peter had hit the nail on the head. He was wearing TOO much, actually, and that had to be remedied this instant. “Be glad I’m not tearing,” he joked as he let Peter’s shirt fall to their feet. He bit his lip, hands moving with quick annoyance at the belt, button and fly that Peter was wearing.... Why did clothes have to be so fussy?

In hindsight, perhaps he should have taken his chances with Jason and his cronies back at Rick’s. The jocks may have been out for blood, especially now, after witnessing ‘his satanic powers’, but… now, face to face with the wolf? Sure, Eddie hadn’t really been thinking - carried by adrenaline, he running off blindly into the woods? A little short sighted. He hadn’t even ‘found’ another walkie yet, if he wound up being mauled to death… Henderson and the others, Wayne… no one would know - would they? How much left of him would be there to be found? If he turned and ran, the animal would chase him, wouldn’t it? It was probably best to just… stay still, let it lose interest wander on? Good, because he was frozen on the spot. “Hey buddy… didn’t mean to intrude on… anything. Don’t mind me.”

Billy coughs to cover up how flustered he is. “Y-yeah, Peter, I’m ready. I look stupid as hell, though.”