That awkward moment when you wake up and find out you're a human-wolf hybrid who claimed their mate the previous night. And it's your ex-best-friend.

'Why the hell do I have dog ears and a tail?!'

'Technically, they're wolf ears and a wolf tail.'

'I don't care! Why do I have them?!'

'You officially hit puberty for human-wolf hybrids. Congrats!'

...

'So, can I shift into a wolf?'

'What?'

'I'm a hybrid, right? Do I shift into a huge wolf on full moons or something?'

*smack*

'Ow! What was that for?!'

'We're wolf hybrids you idiot. Don't insult us by referencing those brain-dead werewolves in teenage fantasies.'

...

'When will I meet my mate?'

'What do you mean? Don't you have one already?'

'Huh? No. Why?'

'You show signs of a recent coupling. Are you not aware of that?'

'No. Is it a bad thing?'

'You can only have one true mate in your lifetime after puberty. It seems you found yours.'

'What?! You mean, when I was drunk, I officially mated with one of my group members?! !'