James Oak shuffled quietly down the library hallways. He had his satchel, and his water bottle. He had been waiting all month for this meeting. It was his first. He went up to the front desk and timidity cleared his throat to get the librarians attention.

“He-hello?” He stammered, nervously smoothing back his messy black hair.

The librarian looked at him with stern green eyes, looking from his agitated brown eyes to his green nike boots.

“What can I help you with dear?” She asked in a soothing voice that detracted from her formal appearance.

James took a deep breath and calmed himself. This was not a place to lose himself.

“I’m looking for the A.W.A.” He whispered, making sure no one else was listening.

“A.W.A huh?” The librarian sighed. “Downstairs to the left of A.V.A and A.D.A. and do be kind as to not sing church hymns, it hurts the poor folks ears.”

“Got it.” James smiled.

James went downstairs, resisting the urge to peak into the other organizations, he stepped into the door labeled A.W.A. The room was pleasantly dark and humid, potted trees lined the walls, and the chairs were tree stumps in a semicircle. Others were waiting, they looked at him as he came in. Twelve other boys and girls sat together, they shifted apart to give him a seat.

Only a few moments later, a heavy elderly woman walked in.

“We will be beginning shortly,” she smiled kindly, “You may shift into your second forms.”

Almost in sync, everyone took off their shirts and closed their eyes. Fur began to sprout on their exposed skin, tails extended from their spines, and their faces cracked and developed into long snouts.

“Welcome to Awkward Werewolves Anonymous,” The old woman said, transforming herself. “I hope you will find help in learning how to live in a stressful city life with Lycanthropy.”