1975
i. january
Once a month, Remus becomes a monster.
He sets off down that path to the shack alone, because the Other Remus is dangerous and he never wanted anyone to know anyway. His friends don't talk about it. He doesn't want them to. It's easier to pretend that he's Remus all the time, and never the Other. The Other one doesn't need friends.
In the winter, the nights in the north are too cold, really, for a young boy to be standing naked in a wooden hut. He shivers and he stares at the walls. They're walls he's decorated with his own claws and his own teeth and sometimes his own blood and piss. Remus hates him.
He's never really had any friends before and he'd never realised how nice it was, but it's at times like this when he wants them the most. But he doesn't; he only wants to tear things apart and to ruin them. Remus thanks his stars his friends have never met him.
It's easier, when he enters that shack, to forget about Remus and to be only the Other one. So that's what he does. He blanks everything out and focuses only on the beat of his heart and his breath fogging the air.
He's forgotten them all even before he changes.
Dedicated to Rish (aka starlight moon princess), for her love of WolfStar! :) Also for the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp using the prompt 'never'.