Help! I am the werewolf

Chapter2

After witnessing the transformation and the fear in John's eyes, his bandmates exchange glances, their hearts heavy with worry. As tears stream down his furry cheeks, John lets out a sorrowful howl and bolts from the room.

Paul's voice trembles as he calls out, "John! Wait!"

George and Ringo follow suit, shouting his name as they chase after their friend. They rush out into the night, their hearts pounding as they search for any trace of John's whereabouts.

Hours later, under the pale moonlight, they find him in a quiet park. His werewolf form is huddled near a tree, his body shivering with a mix of fear and confusion. Paul approaches cautiously, his voice soft and soothing.

"John, it's us. We're here for you," Paul says gently, his voice carrying a mixture of empathy and concern.

George and Ringo join Paul, giving John reassuring nods. "We're not going anywhere, mate. We're in this together," George adds, his expression kind.

Ringo, ever the optimist, chimes in, "Yeah, we've faced crazier things as a band. This is just another one."

As John's amber eyes meet his bandmates' gaze, a flicker of recognition shines through the fear. Slowly, the trembling in his body subsides, and he lets out a whimper, a mix of sadness and relief.

The three bandmates sit by his side, offering silent support and companionship. The park remains quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the soft hoot of an owl.

As the moments stretch on in the park, George's attempt to break the tension takes an unexpected turn. With a nervous chuckle, he says, "Well, I always knew you were a bit of an animal, John, but this is taking it to a whole new level."

The attempt at humor falls flat in the charged atmosphere. John's amber eyes narrow, hurt crossing his features. Before anyone can react, a low growl rumbles from deep within him, and he lunges at George with a snarl.

Instinct takes over, and George stumbles backward, narrowly avoiding John's snapping jaws. Paul and Ringo shout in alarm as John dashes away once again, his wolf-like form disappearing into the shadows.

Paul's face pales as he gasps, "George, what were you thinking?"

George's eyes widen in realization, his expression shifting from surprise to regret. "I didn't mean... I didn't think he'd react like that. I was just trying to lighten the mood."

Ringo's voice trembles as he adds, "Well, it backfired, mate. Now we have to find him again."

The park feels even emptier now, the air charged with tension and worry. The bandmates exchange glances, a mixture of concern and guilt hanging heavily in the air.

They know they have to find John once more, this time with more care and understanding.