Werewolves in their Youth

The four boys all sat together at the table. Any person passing by would just assume them regular teenage boys, and they were, for the most part, just regular teenage boys, with regular problems and the like, but they were also certainly not regular teenage boys, as each of them knew.

            “God, Charlie, how many times do you have to break up with Elise before you two finally make up your minds?” asked one of them, his blue-gray eyes rolling up towards the ceiling as he teased his friend, playfully, or maybe a bit less playfully than one would presume.

            “She’s not your girlfriend anymore, Clancy. Get over her,” said the boy on Clancy’s left, his muscular shoulders and tall stature dwarfing his thin, wiry friend. Clancy mockingly shoved him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The boy took his mass of an arm and looped it around Clancy’s neck, holding him in a chokehold, then suddenly broke out into laughter.

            “Hey, man, I was only joking. Full moon’s tomorrow- save some of that temper for then."