Devin Old Backstory

Devin graduated, and he got more dangerous and more wild. He no longer thought about Hazel or anyone close to him. He thought about himself only, pitying his life everyday and subduing his feelings with intoxication. 

Emmett invited him to join a new gang that he was forming in celebration of being done with school. Devin opted in with four other people. Over time, this number grew, and Emmett decided to call their gang "The Felids." They were a gang of 16 young members- 14 guys and two girls- and used a black cat as their symbol.

They purchased guns and weapons, many being illegal, and found a place to stay in a cheap motel. They divided two rooms by eight of them, and practically drove out all the vacancy with their loud music, weed odor, and constant drift rallying. 

Devin's werewolf side was getting worse. By now it had grown stronger, causing him to transform almost every full moon to go out and hunt humans. This was only a secret between him and Emmett, but one day, that changed. 

"Tsk... You're not a real werewolf."

"I am. Don't threaten it," Devin replied with a scowl. 

"Prove it then. We're all waiting!" The rest of the gang were all watching, expecting a fight to break out just like it did every other day. 

Devin growled. "I don't have to prove anything to you..." Emmett walked up to him and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. 

"I WANT TO SEE YOU SHIFT! TRANSFORM RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW."

"NO," Devin yelled, clearly losing his composure. 

"I always knew you were weak. You can't even control your own body." He let go of Devin and turned his back. "I guess that's why you couldn't keep Emily."

The gang members snickered. "That's not true," Devin muttered. 

"Is it? Because I know you hurt her, Rex."

Devin could feel his body heating up. "You're lying! I'd never hurt Emily-"

"But you did," Emmett interrupted. He leaned close to Devin's face as he stared at the ground. 

"There's something wrong with you, Devin. And it's only a matter of time before you hurt someone else you love."

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was knocked into the air by a huge force. He hit a hard landing, and when he looked up, it was a gigantic black wolf shaped like a person. The tatters of Devin's clothes laid around its feet and steam was rising from its shoulders. The gang members panicked and drew their guns, but Emmett commanded them not to shoot. The wolf paid no attention to the people surrounding them. A deep growl resonated from its chest as it approached Emmett on its two legs. This is when he realized that he shouldn't have said such personal things, because there were no take-backs.

Suddenly, the wolf lunged to bite Emmett in the neck, but paused just before its jaws touched his skin. It drew back, recognized Emmett, and stood up. The trembling man sat up and spoke to the massive creature. "Devin? Is that a-actually you?" The lycanthrope growled and glared down at him like he was a lowly piece of trash.

"Holy shit... you actually did it." He sat up as one of his friends helped him. "Damn... I think you broke my rib. I take back what I said. You're strong as hell." Devin glanced at the changed views of each of the gang members, then he climbed a building and leaped over the rooftops back to the motel.