It's eleven at night. I left the stadium at around about half nine, and I've spent an hour and a half angsting over the hood of Sasha's Ford. I could've gone home, but it's dark and I'm going to be honest - I've forgotten the way back.

I feel sick. I'm not sure if it's because of the alcohol, or because I've just had such an awful confrontation. I'm sure at least one person followed me out of the stadium when I left in a strop, but they gave me my space. Whoever it was, I'll thank them later.

After staring at the same thin, pale tree for so long as it stands in front of the car, I grow less distressed, and more bored. Will those assholes at the match hurry up already? It's fucking freezing out here. The cold metal I'm sitting on isn't helping. If I at least had Sasha's keys, I could sit inside this stupid machine and be warm.

Sooner or later, Sasha finally gets here. She practically flings herself upon me, and we land on the floor on the other side of the car. Shit, it's even colder down here. When I smell the beer on her breath I realise I'm not the only person who'll be frozen solid by the end of the night.

"What're we gonna do about the car?" I complain. "You're drunk. You can't drive."

"We can walk, silly." She paused, sniggering to herself. "Might give you a chance to... cool off."

"Fuck you, Sash." I groan as I push her off me into the damp tarmac.

"Gladly." She giggled. Jeez, how much did she drink?

As we walk, I start to recall the route home. We have a somewhat relaxed, albeit drunken discussion. She informs me that Connie went to hang out with the Titans, and that believe it or not, they won. The rest of the conversation is gossip about the others, mostly. It cheers me up a little and I start to forget about the whole drama from before. Well, I do, until Sasha decides it's an absolute fucking great idea to bring it up again.

"Sorry I didn't... you know." She stumbles out.

"What?"

"I hugged him but not you."

"I know."

She looks me up and down, a saddened expression crawling across her face that seems almost comical for a moment, before lazily wrapping her arms around me. Her left is around my waist, her right over my shoulder. I hesitantly return her hug - her skin is naturally cold and it sends a chill up my spine.

"You're more cuddly than you let on." She informs me, giggling.

"So are you." I let a small smile slip onto my lips.

Our hug lingers for about a minute, before Sasha pulls away.

"You act all angry. You're more like a big puppy." She's still giggling.

"Hey, well, according to Eren, I am one." She laughs harder when I say this.

"You should do it." She calms down a little and looks right into my eyes. She's still beaming at me, her arms lying inertly at her sides.

"Do what?" I tilt my head to the side. Her request catches me off guard.

"Do your thing." she prompted me. "The werewolf thing." She's giggling again. The smile on my face drops. Why would I voluntarily transform? Even if she is drunk, why would she ask this of me? She knows how I feel about it. Everyone knows by now.

I shake my head. I've already had one outburst today and I know saying anything will end with me screaming in her face.

"Please? Pretty please?" She's acting like a little kid. I start walking. I'm still a little dizzy, but I try to make my movement as swift as possible. She follows me, and I think she's decided to keep quiet now.

Eventually, we reach campus. I think Sasha's sobered up just a little, because she apologises to me.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I drank a lot at the match tonight. Truce?" She has a hand on my shoulder, and her voice is sweet. I decide to forgive her.

"Yeah, sure. Truce." I don't mean it sarcastically, but it comes off that way.

"I said sorry!" She pouts.

"I know. I'm just a little... stressed right now." I explain. Sasha smiles at me sympathetically.

"It's okay. ...If you want, you could bunk at mine tonight." She suggests.

"Why?"

"Well, it would give Eren a bit of a break, plus Mikasa's staying over at Armin's."

"What, is he helping her study for an exam or something? On a Saturday night?" I joke.

"Yeah, actually. She usually aces everything but this one's really stressing her out."

I laugh a little. Who would've thought Mikasa would need help with anything? Half the time, all the girls at the university seem like goddesses. And Armin, too, I guess.

We decide to take the long way back to the dormitories, and we walk by some of the offices, study houses, and the library. The only thing illuminating our path is the occasional street light.

"It's kinda eerie out here, you know." I comment. It's mostly quiet out here. The brisk air sends a chill up my spine, especially with the thin t-shirt I've decided to wear.

Sasha says nothing. I know she isn't cold because of what she is, but we can both see it. Something's not right. It's too still out here, as if something should be moving. Even the soft rustle of the leaves on a tree would comfort me right now.

We move slower, though I can't help but feel as if we should be quickening our pace, especially as we walk past Professor Erwin Smith's office.

There's definitely something wrong. I hear a yell faintly through the walls of the building. Before I can react, before I can even alert Sasha, I'm knocked over by some incredible force.

The doors of the office have burst open with a bang.

I'm being attacked.

I feel claws rip across my skin and warm blood trickle down my arm. It's at the point I'm obliged to transform, to ensure my own safety. Whatever this thing is, it could kill me. I try to wrestle it off but it's strong.

Fuck.

You know how you get a cut and it doesn't really start hurting until about a minute later? Well, I'm feeling that right now. I think it's cut me more than once, because suddenly there's blood all over my arm and it's seeping onto the chest of my shirt. I end up literally howling in pain, which feels almost embarrassing.

Just as I feel like this thing's going to kill me, it stops. It stares me in the face, and I stare back. At first I think it's noticed the true terror in my eyes.

Yeah, I'm scared right now.

But it turns out, it doesn't seem to give a shit whether I'm feeling emotionally great or not.

No, it's a little more morbid than that. It stopped because I'm the wrong person.

It's intelligent. It growls something and then climbs off me, but before it can run away and hunt for whoever it is it's looking for, it's tackled by someone.

Half covering my face with my arms, I look over at the action. A short man with black hair has it firmly restrained on the ground. I don't get how strong Levi can be - I mean, he's fucking 5'3.

He's acting so calm. He's standing on the predator's shins, and has his hands balled into fists, jammed into its wrists.

As I watch, I piece together what it said. 'Air... vin.'

Erwin. It's searching for Erwin... but why?

As I watch the situation more carefully, it becomes a little more clear.

The thing that attacked me was a werewolf.

No, you don't get it. A werewolf. A lycanthrope. Someone like me. Professor Smith wasn't lying when he said I wasn't the only one here. At this point, I don't give a shit if that thing broke my arm. I'm not alone. That also explains why it was looking for him - he studies my kind in his spare time.

I look around myself. Levi is still holding down the werewolf, and a shocked Sasha Braus is watching the whole situation. She runs to me and puts a hand behind my back for support.

"Jean... are you okay? Your arm is... Hey, speak to me." I vaguely hear her, but I don't answer. My ears are ringing and I'm not too sure why. My mind is preoccupied and I can't bring myself to concentrate on the girl. She starts to look more worried when I don't reply, but her focus is won when Levi calls out to her.

"You know, it's usually around this time someone calls for help." The way he says this so casually, given the situation he's in, feels ridiculous. Sometimes I don't get how a guy like him can even exist. He's so... perfect. I mean, he's a complete dick, but he's perfect. He's also an incubus who brings out the gay in most of the male students here, so I should shut up.

Sasha whips out her phone and calls someone. I think she's calling either Professor Smith or Hange Zoe. I hope it's the latter, because if that werewolf gets its hands on Erwin, well, he's in trouble. I don't think he can defend himself as well any more, given the loss of his arm.

When Sasha finishes on the phone, she comes back to me.

"Seriously, say something. You look... concussed, or something. I don't know! I don't get werewolves." She rambles, and I can only seem to stutter out one thing.

"Who... who is that?"

I say it so quietly and frailly and I don't even remember saying it after I have done so. She looks back over, squinting, but then shakes her head.

"I don't know. Can't see his face, and even then, he's covered in fluff." Great, again with the casual remarks? I nearly died just then!

"So are you, actually."

This time I decide not to scold her and let her have her moment. I mean, it's not every day I look like this and actually have my human mind.

It's the next day. I think I must've passed out after the attack from blood loss, because I don't remember anything past Sasha calling me fluffy. I'm in my own bed - so much for bunking at Sasha's. I have a cast on my left arm, so I was right about it being broken. As I sit up, I feel myself ache all over, mostly in my shoulder. The werewolf cut me quite a few times, but to quote an amazing movie called 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail', it's just a flesh wound. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, though.

I cautiously lean over and grab my phone from the bedside table. I have a couple of text messages, and both are from Sasha.

From: Potato Girl
in case u don't remember tomorrow, you got attacked. Busy all day but ill c u in the afternoon.

From: Potato Girl
also Connie saw ur phone when we took u to the hospital. pls change my screen name.

I laugh a little when I see the second text, and decide to reply.

To: Potato Girl
awake now. who attacked me? also no

It seems like she's got her phone with her, because she replies pretty swiftly.

From: Potato Girl
i didn't see his face. ask levi or smth.

From: Potato Girl
it was one time. i'll block ur phone# if u don't.

To: Sasha
i changed it. happy now?

From: Sasha
screenshots or it didn't happen

I accept her request and awkwardly get out of bed. There's a sling on the nearby chair. Jeez, the least they could've done was leave me in hospital where someone could help me out at this point. I'd better get some explanation out of Sasha when I see her later or I'm changing her screen name back.

I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes, and I see no real need to get changed straight away. I brush my teeth, comb through my hair with my fingers and leave.

I head for the cafeteria, and it's midday, so I'm guessing it'll be jam-packed. My prediction is proven to be true when I get there and I can't even hear myself think.

I kinda wish I'd stayed in bed now.

Everyone is talking to me.

"Is it true you got attacked last night?"
"Who did it?"
"Oh, you poor thing."
"You deserved it, don't you remember what you did to that other guy?"
"Bad karma, huh?"

I simply stand there at the entrance, bewildered. Why do all these people care so much? I mean, I guess it makes sense now that I think about it. Last years incident became pretty popular, and this is almost like a reversal. Last time, I was the attacker. This time, I'm the victim. The only thing is that this time I don't know who attacked me.

I don't resent them or anything.

I'm thankful, actually.

I know now that I'm not alone.