Life as a werewolf was interesting and the type of life he never thought he was going to lead. Danny wasn't against being a werewolf. He just wasn't entirely used to it yet. He had to deal with the anger and bloodlust that came with each full moon, despite the fact he didn't feel those things normally. He was a pretty relaxed guy. He had managed to convince Derek to allow someone else into the pack all because he had asked nicely. That was just how he was. He was nice and friendly.
And at the moment he was walking down the beach just to relax. Sometimes he felt kind of crowded in the house. So many werewolves in the house made things kind of tense. Tempers could go off at any random moment. Alone time was a good thing to have. In the distance, he saw someone he thought he knew.
"Jackson, hey!" Danny jogged closer as he called out his best friend's name. When he got closer he realized this person looked a lot like Jackson, but was very much not his friend.