"Probably but I'm a bloody shit werewolf right now so I'm not gonna be able to really tell you," Jake said with a lift of his shoulders. He knew that, with time and training, maybe he could be an okay werewolf but Jake kind of didn't want it to last that long. He didn't want to be given powers that he had trouble controlling and he didn't want to have to relearn control in a totally different way.

"Right now, I'm just focusing on not hurting anyone, yeah?" Jake said, sighing. "Most people that know have been pretty understanding and that's a bloody surprise. Or -- that came out wrong. I'm just not used to people being so willing to help. This happened in Brighton, I'd get some wide eyes and some supportive words but that's about it. They'd push me out into the wild on my own and hope I didn't eat myself alive."

Ryan wouldn't help him. His father wouldn't. Simon wouldn't. His mother was too sick. He'd be alone.