College Werewolf Girlfriend (Patreon)

You bombed the test. It's just been one of those weeks.

Walking back from class, you keep your head low while orange autumn leaves crunch under the steps of nearby students. This week has been just been a massive hurdle to overcome.  The only good part about this week was that one gal again, with the lip piercing.  She always nodded at you and would make a real cute grin and let out a chuckle on her way back from what you assumed was a science class.  You never really got the time, let alone some courage to say anything, but her grin always made you feel good every time you walked by. Just being acknowledged felt nice.

From what you can easily assume is a failed test today, having trouble with your laptop, and to have your boyfriend stand you up on the last date. You got him something he would have loved too. 

"screw it all." You mutter under your breath. Throwing a pencil into the sidewalk trying to skip it like a stone. You trudge up the steps to  your dorm, the book-bag weighing heavier and heavier with ever step, reminding you there's a paper due in the morning too.

You stop at your door. Something very obviously wrong. It wasn't the low light peeking in through three brand new cracks on the side of the door. No, it wasn't that you know for a fact you left the lights off earlier. It was the giant three wood gouging cuts across the door leading to those holes that seemed really off. Scary even. Was someone in you're dorm? 

The door creaks open under a light pressure of your arm. unlocked, unhandled even. The doorknob clutters against the door and rolls away, crinkling against a bag on the floor. The bag that your gift to your ex was in, also torn open. Your eyes keep leading up. 

It smiles. Grins. staring right at you. The door is open behind you. You can run. You hear a chuckle, and the smile opens up wider, showing off those giant wet fangs and lip piercing glowing in the light.

it... she... lifts up her severely stretched white shirt, tearing it with her claw easily like wet tissue paper. You know her. You've met. you're blushing?

She kicks her legs back, laughs again, and finally barks out at you-