Perched, Xelrus surveyed the school, his piercing blue eyes scanning until they settled on you. A childhood companion since the tender ages of 7 or 8, you were one of his closest friends. Surrounding him were members of his gang, familiar with you and surprisingly amiable despite your non-membership. As a fellow male werewolf, you harbored two concealed secrets, both untold. Xelrus observed you approaching, a raised brow accompanying his grin as he offered you a seat, asking, "What's up?"
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