Levi

I pull into my driveway just as the first rays of light start to color the horizon. When I open my car door, a strange smell hits my nose. Shit. A werewolf.

I grit my teeth. The last thing I want to deal with is another fight tonight, but if I can smell them, they can probably smell me- and there's no talking it out with a wolf. They're always itching for a fight.

I slip out of my car and quickly scan the darkened street. Time is what matters now. I need to find them before they have a chance to change into their animal form. If I do, I win. If I don't, they rip me limb from limb. It's a game that plays out again and again between our species. And I never lose.

I walk out behind my car and listen. A wolf changing should at least be making some noise, but the only thing I hear is… snoring? And the smell isn't getting any wolfier.

I walk towards the sound, and it leads me right up to my own doorstep. I groan. There's the wolf in the form of a teenage boy, out cold right in front of my door.

I poke him with my boot. He doesn't move. I notice whiskey spilled down the front of his shirt and guess he's not going anywhere anytime soon. It's a chilly November night, not exactly great for sleeping outside. I reach down and touch his hand. It's ice cold. How long has he been out here?

Well, not my problem. I was planning on killing him anyway. I step over his body and jam my keys into the lock. It takes me a second to get the damn thing to turn without breaking, and in that second I look back at the boy's face. I notice the tear stains on his cheeks.

And I can't do it. I just can't leave him out here.

I prefer to play by human rules anyway. There's always a chance he will too, right? Worse case scenario I kill him when he wakes up. Which would suck because then I'd have to clean up all the blood.

I push open the door, then bend down and scoop up the boy. My instincts scream at me not to bring a wolf into my house, but I ignore them. Vampires can be civilized. I just hope the same is true for wolves.

I drop him off on my living room couch and grab a book off the shelf. Then I sit down across from him and wait. It's not like I'd be able to sleep with him here anyway.

At eleven thirty I decide he's slept long enough, so I put some bacon on the stove.

Sure enough, as soon as the smell starts to waft through the air, I hear footsteps. My muscles tense and I set the spatula down.

The boy appears in the doorway. His dark brown hair is tousled, and deep shadows hang under his eyes. His clothes are wrinkled from sleeping, and then there's the whiskey. He yawns and rubs his eyes. "Is that bacon?"

"Yes," I reply carefully. "It'll be ready shortly. Why don't you sit down." I pick the spatula up again and use it to point to the stools at the counter, before going back to the stove. I'm a little uncomfortable with turning my back to him, but it doesn't look like he's going to start anything- at least not yet.

The boy sits down and watches me cook, a curious expression on his face. Probably wondering what a vampire is doing cooking human food.

"How did I get in here?" he asks.

"You were collapsed on my doorstep."

He frowns. "Why didn't you just leave me there then?"

I click my tongue. "I wonder that myself. Care to explain what you were doing on the ground in front of a stranger's door in the first place?"

He lowers his head. "Sorry. I didn't have anywhere to go last night. I guess this is just where I ended up."

"Kicked out by your parents?"

His expression sours. "Dumped. And the only friends I could stay with are out of town." He rubs his neck. "Thanks for giving me a place to sleep."

I nod, and turn my attention back to the food. By the time it's done, the boy is practically drooling. I set the plate down in front of him and he digs right in, shoveling it into his mouth much faster than is probably healthy.

"That was the best bacon ever," he says when he's finished.

"Well, I've had a very long time to practice."

He tilts his head. "You don't look that old."

I frown. Isn't it a given that a vampire would be older than he looks? There's no way he hasn't noticed what I am. The smell should be everywhere. "You should know looks can be deceiving."

At that moment he starts sniffing the air. I tense. He wrinkles his nose. "Do you mind if I use your shower? I reek of alcohol."

"Go ahead. I left some clothes in the living room for you. Figured you wouldn't want to leave like that. The bathroom's the first door on the left."

"Thanks," he says as he carries his plate to the sink. I snort. A polite werewolf.

I start cleaning up after breakfast while I wait for him to be done. He comes out dressed in the largest clothes I have only a couple minutes later. They fit him. Sort of.

He walks into the kitchen and sniffs around again, coming to stand next to me. "What's that weird smell? I didn't notice before, but it's everywhere."

This boy doesn't know what a vampire smells like? Isn't that werewolf 101? I do my best to hide my shock. "Does the smell bother you?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Then don't worry about it." I'm certainly not going to be the one to break the news to him. That's his Alpha's job. Unless… I grimace. "Hey kid, do you have plans for the eleventh?"

He looks confused. "Uh, no?"

"You know it's the full moon, right?"

He gives me a weird look. "Ok… and?"

I groan internally. It happens occasionally. A wolf bites someone and then disappears. The resulting werewolf is a time bomb with no idea what's happening to him or why. Usually they end up dead pretty quickly.

I sigh. Telling him to come back here would probably just creep him out, and if I tell him he's a werewolf, he'll think I'm crazy. "Nothing, sorry to ask something so weird. Do you have anywhere to go?"

He glances at his phone and nods. "My friends should be back by now."

"Alright. I'll give you a ride then."

"Are you sure?"

"It's no trouble. I have to be back at work in a bit anyway."

He gives me a lopsided smile. "Thanks. To be honest I'm not sure how I'd get home from here- I don't even know where here is."

I nod. Of course, I'm not doing it just out of the goodness of my heart. If I've got a wolf living nearby, I should probably know where. He has me pull up next to an old apartment building about fifteen minutes away.

"Thanks for the ride-" He pauses. "I never got your name."

"It's Levi."

He grins. "I'm Eren. Thanks for everything Levi." He winks and climbs out of the car. I'm left staring after him with a weird feeling in my chest.

As the eleventh approaches, I gradually get more and more restless. I can't stop thinking about that werewolf kid. Normally I wouldn't care about whatever humans might die at his hands, but I keep imagining him waking up the next morning covered in blood. I try to tell myself it's not my problem, but I can't get the image out of my head.

But what can I do? I'd rather avoid kidnapping him and locking him up while he's still in his right mind, but maybe if I wait until he's in the middle of changing and knock him out I can get him back here safely.

And so, in the middle of the afternoon, I slather on about a pound of sunscreen and get ready to leave. I don't burst into flames in the sun, but I do burn- badly.

I hop into my car and drive to the rundown apartment, parking across the street. When I get out and walk past the door, I can smell him inside, so I go back to my car to wait. I start trying to think of excuses to get him out of the apartment and away from his friends before he changes, but as it turns out I don't have to use them.

As the sun starts to dip below the skyline, the door opens and Eren comes storming out. He turns and yells something into the room and then slams the door. He stalks off in the direction of the clubs.

I slip out of my car and follow at a safe distance. I know I should probably be coming up with an excuse to go talk to him, but what would I say? Hey, sorry, mind waiting here with me until you start turning into a werewolf so I can knock you out and drag you to my basement? This would be the time when some of those "people skills" Hange talks about would come in handy.

He turns suddenly and ducks into club Maria. I get through the door just in time to see his brown hair disappearing into the crowd. I swear. I do not want to deal with the headache it would cause if he changed somewhere this crowded. I'd probably have to call Erwin and have his witch alter the memories of everyone here- and then he'd kill me for getting involved with a werewolf.

I push my way through crowds of people, trying to pick back up his scent. I catch sight of him by the back door. He stumbles outside, clutching at his chest. I speed up, I'm running out of time, but at least this way I can grab him without an audience.

A woman crashes into me, spilling her drink all over my shirt. It's one of those sketchy blue things, and getting it off is going to be a nightmare. I squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten, trying to resist the urge to kill her.

When I get my bloodlust back under control, I move the woman from where she's drunkenly trying to wipe off the mess, and rush to the exit. I open the door just in time to see a tail disappearing around the corner. A pile of torn clothes lies on the ground next to me. I pick his phone up off the ground. Shit.

Ok time for plan B. I climb to the top of a the building next to the club to where I can see the wolf. The thing is huge, all rugged fur and bulging muscles. This is going to be tough. I can't take the thing head on, it would be suicide.

The wolf's nose goes up in the air for a moment, and his ears perk forward. He switches directions and turns a corner. I follow right behind him. We keep on going, away from the bright lights until he's walking past decrepit buildings and through dirty alleyways.

He finally slows down and darts into one particularly dark alley. The sight that greets me is unsurprising, but repulsive nonetheless. A man is holding a woman at gunpoint, probably demanding she hand over her purse. She looks scared out of her mind. Great. A werewolf with a sense of justice.

The woman sees Eren first. Her eyes widen even further, and she takes a step back. The man turns his head just in time to see four hundred pounds of wolf flying straight towards him.

While he's distracted, I drop from the rooftop, landing hard on his back. I use all my strength to bring my fist down on his head. He drops like a sack of grain and I land easily on my feet next to him. The man and the woman stare at me with wide eyes.

Before they have a chance to move, I knock the man over the head as well. I only use a fraction of my strength this time, but he still goes crumpling to the ground. Then I turn, pick up the wolf, and jump back to the rooftop, leaving the woman standing there frozen in shock. She'll be fine.

I head straight for my house, somehow making it before he wakes up. I take him down to the basement and into the main room, where I spent the better part of the weekend drilling werewolf size silver chains into my wall and replacing the wooden door with a heavy iron one.

Once he's tied up, I sit back and relax. I finally take a good look at him. He has a certain sort of majesty, and asleep he's really quite beautiful. I run a hand over his side, surprised at the softness of his tawny fur.

The wolf starts to stir, so I pull back my hand and bolt the iron door shut. I slide down against the wall and waiting for morning.