It was that time again. Not so long ago, Sebastian locked himself away, hidden in cages and panic rooms. He avoided all interaction in the days leading up to the full moon, turned visitors and clients away for days afterwards. Sebastian was a complete recluse and there was really nothing to be done about it ( Read more... )

At this point, shouldn't he know better? Shouldn't everyone know better by now? Probably, but that didn't change much sometimes ( Read more... )

It was very late or very early depending on perception when it happened. Sebastian had spent most of the night as a wolf, curled up in the study around Reid, anxiously headbutting him any time some sound from outside the thick walls of the manor sounded out of place. That had been the theme of the full moon, more and more often ( Read more... )

The sun was high, the noon sun shrouded in enough clouds to make the heat of it vague at best. The day was dreary and overcast, a perfect match for Sebastian's mood. He'd spent the morning in the office, having tried to step up his game so Jemma was a little less overwhelmed. He'd made it until lunch before he'd started snapping at Kiki every time ( Read more... )

It had been a long week. Actually, it was probably more like two weeks. Things were starting to blend together for Sebastian. When he wasn't in classes, he was on the Quidditch pitch - not that he played if he could help it - or in this one corner of the library that seemed to be completely ignored most of the time "studying." Not much actual ( Read more... )

The lunar cycle was the easiest thing in the world to predict. At one point in his life, the events that happened on the inevitable full moon were also predictable. That point wasn't actually too long ago. Where ever Sebastian had gone over the years saw him paying too much money to buy and/or convert a space where he could lock himself away, ( Read more... )

Sebastian was, for lack of a better term, brooding. He'd been staring at that stupid fucking Daily Prophet article since he'd gotten his hands in it and was no where closer to sorting out the chaos it had turned his head into. It hadn't said anything, specifically, about him being a werewolf. It was heavily implied but not out right labeled. Of ( Read more... )

There were a million things happening that week. Sebastian wasn't in the mood to deal with any of them. He also might have put himself on a new version of exile. Self-imposed exile. That wasn't actually very new for him, but with the big secret out to essentially everyone he knew, Sebastian had reverted to old ways. Habits and all that ( Read more... )

Since the full moon, Sebastian had been alternately attempting not to move and dealing with things he didn't have the energy to deal with. He hadn't had any rest, it seemed, since his birthday. He'd spent most of the night uncharacteristically outside, pacing the estate and listening carefully for any sign of danger. He'd been useless, in the end, ( Read more... )

The past week had been absolute hell. Sabrina hadn't been around for most of it, having opted to stay with Dean. Honestly, he couldn't blame her. It actually worked out well enough to give Sebastian the extra time to put a few things together from what he had. That was basically nothing ( Read more... )