[ WP ] Werewolves are badass . Druids can transform into gigantic bears . Some shapeshift into feline beasts . And then there 's you ... a wereotter . You attend a support group for cuddly were-beasts .

Warrick started the evening. His black hair pulled back in a messy bun, clumsy tied together by his hands more adept at pulling cars apart. Down his arms are the mementos of ages past. Memories from his fathers and uncles. Celtic knots from the 5th Awakening. I met his grandfather once. The druid was once the Arch Ursine of Europe. Warrick had no such luck. Our burley leader was a rare species: a werenaked molerat. 
 
 `` I'm glad to see faces of old and a few new ones it seems,'' he opened as he motioned to the two newcomers. One was older, a robust man with a grey mane of hair and furry arms. The boy next to him looked starved in contrast. Looked like a college kid. Trendy hair cut and designer boots. 
 
 `` Right now, though,'' Warrick continued, `` I want a member to start with a triumph they had this week, or month if we have n't heard from you in a while,'' 
 
 I raise my hand in the air. 
 
 `` Okay Caleb, let's hear it,'' 
 
 `` So, I finally opened up to my father about my condition,'' I confessed. 
 
 `` That's good!'' chirped Shataya, the lone weredonkey of the group. She's one of surprisingly 30 weredonkeys in the states. 
 
 `` Yeah, it is. And for those of you who know my father, he took the news fairly well,'' 
 
 `` Who's your dad?'' the new kid asked. 
 
 `` Vice Druid Fredericks,'' I tell him as his eyes widen, `` So you could imagine why his son never once shifted in his 26 years,'' the giant next him is a bit shocked. 
 
 `` He also has a thing against AWUS,'' 
 
 `` AWUS?'' the boy asked. 
 
 `` Awakened With Unique Shifts,'' Norris, the weregerbil who moonlights as a male escort informed him. 
 
 `` Well I mean,'' the boy responded, `` I kinda know how you feel. My girlfriend's aunt is the High Were Tiger of India. All I am is a measly werepomsky,'' and I'm a little surprised my the revelation. 
 
 `` A were what?'' probed Aaron, the weretabby. 
 
 `` A pomsky. It's a Pomeranian Husky mix,'' the kid explained. 
 
 Aaron scoffed at that. `` That's pretty gay,'' 
 
 `` Shut the fuck up, you pussy!'' Tammy, the trans wereslow lorris snapped. 
 
 `` Enough!'' Warrick bellowed. `` You both know the rules. No judgments.'' 
 
 The two apologized. 
 
 `` So, you know Simran Venkratun?'' I asked the new kid. 
 
 `` Yeah, she's actually pretty open to us lessers-'' 
 
 `` No one is lesser, boy,'' the oaf beside him rumbled. `` I maybe a wereparakeet, but I'll mess you up, alright?'' 
 
 `` Sorry! My bad!'' he said. `` Anyway, Ms. V is great though. Her niece is a weretiger, like her.'' 
 
 `` Hmmm. Cool,'' 
 
 `` Very nice to hear from both the newcomers and a success story,'' Warrick added. `` Before treasurer Gladys'' the weremouse `` brings up the budget, anyone have anything else to add?'' 

