Chapter Thirty Three

I stared blankly at him, trying to put the missing pieces together. How could I have forgotten? Both Dad and Nico had made mention of werewolves having their full transformation on a full moon. Does that mean that….

"Your full transformation happens on a full moon?" I looked up at him, scared for the next obvious answer.

Nico nodded, his eyes holding no detail, except pain. He needed comfort, I could tell, he needed to be assured that he would be fine, for a brief moment I almost reached out to hug him, but the stark reality of the crowded lecture hall slapped me back, abruptly halting my movement.

"It's not your first transformation, right? It shouldn't be that bad," I had no idea what I was saying, all I wanted my words to do was console him, but I knew they were working, considering how dryly Nico stared at me.

"What do you think a werewolf transformation entails?" he asked a question I never expected him to.

"I don't know," my voice barely above a whisper, as I bowed my head in sh