Only Human

by theundermole

When the change happens, the wolf takes over, and there can be no control. but for a group of friends, becoming the pack was something that could be counted on never changing. This is their story, their story about being only human. T because I say so. Suspended until further notice because life happened.

I do not own either version of Being Human; American or British. Events, ideas, or locations are purely a part of my imagination or are areas in America. this is my first published fan fict, so please be gentle withe the reviews

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Only Human

The hunt. Every full moon, we hunt. We go to a secluded forest near the evening, and wait. The great thing about it is, well, there aren't any humans around to hurt, and plenty of game. Squirrels, rabbits, wolves, Brett even swore he remembered us hunting down a deer once. He has the best memory, so none of us can really correct him.

Wolves, lycans, changers, shape shifters, werewolves, take your pick of names, but it doesn't change what we are. We are the cursed, the teeth in the night, the shadows in the trees, the howls that fill the ears with dread.

We are the pack.