AN: So… I thought I was going to go hiatus for a while, but we have a free period at school, and I figured I might as well use it. Warning-this was typed up on my iPad, so forgive me for errors!

Jackal snickered.

"So wait, you mean to tell me that there are puny little humans capable of transforming into wolves? That's awesome! I always thought humans were way too weak to be capable of actually being interesting."

Romeo frowned. He had just finished recanting what he thought was an incredibly terrifying ghost story about wolves in an attempt to one-up the cocky demon, but it looked like a jackal wasn't taking him seriously at all. "I don't think you understand how dangerous they are. They may only be able to transform on the full moon, but they could easily rip you apart."

Jackal snorted. "As if. Those puny little canines wouldn't stand a chance against me."

Romeo stared. "But you're a cat. Dogs scare cats."

Jackal growled. "For the last goddamn time, I'm a jackal! Jackals are members of the canine family too!"

Romeo scratched his head. "Really? Are you sure?"

Jackal snarled. Yes, Romeo was just a kid, but he was really getting on Jackal's nerves. If something didn't stop him, he was pretty sure he would beat the kid to a pulp. He needed a distraction. He was sure that Lucy would be mad at him if the kid didn't make it home to his dad. He had a dad in the guild, right?

Suddenly, Natsu appeared in front of him, fist already blazing in preparation for a fight. "Hey dog-boy! Fight me!"

Jackal grinned wickedly, and then jumped off his chair to face him. Yes, he decided. This would do nicely.

And with the upcoming fight, Jackal quickly forgot the tale Romeo had told him that day. But very soon, he would come to remember it so well that it would be burned into his brain.

It was a peaceful day in Magnolia. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and all was well.

But Jackal couldn't stop feeling the sinking sensation that something was wrong.

For some reason, it almost felt like his life was in danger.

Theoretically, he knew that was impossible. Tartaros was done, Zeref was gone, nothing was left to threaten him.

And yet, as he lay in bed, cuddled up with his beautiful girlfriend (though if anyone asked, he was a demon and demons did not cuddle), his suspicions continued.

And then, he spotted the blood.

And he screeched.

One-hour later, Jackal was attempting to soothe his still stinging red cheek with a bag of ice (courtesy of the stripper). Apparently, Lucy had not appreciated being woken up so abruptly. Especially when she was on her period (apparently).

His little freak-out from earlier? Completely ridiculous, according to her. Honestly though, how did she expect him to know when this stuff happened to her? He didn't even know girls had to go through crap like this until two months ago. It wasn't like he was an expert.

Of course, he had heard other guys talk about this time with fear present in their voices (The ice-bastard and pyro were particularly insistent on this, claiming that the red-haired devil had scarred them for life), but he was sure it wasn't going to be that bad.

For as long as they had been dating, Lucy had always been away on a mission when this happened. Sure, it may have been Jackal's first time going through this. But honestly, he wasn't one of those wimpy Fairy Tail humans, so he could handle it.

Lucy was one of the sweetest, kindest, most forgiving people he knew. Surely living with her for the next few days wouldn't be that bad?

AN: Probably should not be starting another two-shot, but whatever. This week has been exhausting, I'm supposed to be on hiatus for another week, and I couldn't come up with the next chapter to my other fics. So this will have to do, even though it's short. I'll make up for it once break starts, I promise.

Next chapter: Jackal's magic causes problems, Lucy goes absolutely insane, and the true reason behind the origin of the myth of werewolves is revealed!

Note: Please do not think this is the actual reason behind the stories. I am just using it for the purpose of this story.