Justin had his oversized headphones pulled over his ears, eyes averted as he rode the subway. He wasn't a fan of it-- it was too crowded. Too many people packed into such a small place, it was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic. Then he would never get to class.
And in this sea of people, he felt that tinge. The tickling almost electric feeling that started at his fingers and went through his entire being. One of them. A werewolf was in the near vicinity, but there were too many people to discern who it was exactly; and that was fine with him. After the other night and almost mauling some innocent person, he was hardly in the mood to embrace his inner wolf. If he kept his head down, chances were whomever it was wouldn't even notice. Speaking of that night, it was strange that the bruise that had blossomed on the side of his forehead was all but gone. It freaked him out a bit, how incredibly fast his body worked.
The hiss of the doors was barely heard over his music, and the train made yet another stop. His eyes flickered upwards at the stations name before going back to the floor, he still had several more stops. A sigh escaped his lips. Without any notice, a petite young woman about his age, give or take a year or so, stumbled back on his lap.