You try, but it's getting dangerously late.

Jenny starts to drive home. You offered to drive her but she insisted on driving the car herself. You use the time to relax a bit, until Jenny tries to talk with you. It's not about magic and monsters, instead she tries to gossip about the new relationship between Leyla and Tom. You still feel a little strange when you talk about such normal topics. A week ago you would have loved to discuss all rumors. But you still enjoy the time you two spend like a normal couple.

Speaking about normal, you notice that it’s already 7 pm. School ended at 3 pm. You spent four hours in the forest. Jenny seems to think the same. It’s getting more and more dark outside. Soon night will begin and with night her dark side gains control.

“Max,” Jenny says with a serious voice, “can you please open the glove compartment and give me what’s inside!”

You nod and open the glove compartment, which contains vehicle papers, a copy of the insurance and a bag of bonbons. A little irritated you hand her the candy bag.

“Not the candy, silly,” Jenny says and rolls her eyes, “look under the bag!”

You look again and where the candy bag was is now a pair of handcuffs. They are made of solid steel.

“You know, I love you,” you say smiling, “but isn’t this a little dangerous while you have to drive?”

“Very funny,” Jenny comments dryly, “these are solid steel cuffs. If I start to transform, you normally have a minute to run away. With the cuffs and willpower I can give you five minutes. You're going to have to drive from now on.”

“And if we get stopped by the police?” you ask a little amused, “should I tell them that my girlfriend is in the passenger seat in handcuffs because it’s in fashion? Maybe I could put duct tape on your mouth to make it really embarrassing.”

“There will be no police,” Jenny says and starts scratching her arms, “but if you feel better then, I promise to explain that I’m your sex **** and we are on our way to a BDSM-Party. Right before I brake the chains and bite them the flesh from the ribs.”

“No need to get angry with me,” you reply and hand her the handcuffs from the glove compartment.

Jenny stops the car and you change seats. You start the car again while she cuffs her hands behind her back.

“Well then, drive me home, sweet boy,” Jenny says a little nervously, “oh, and not a single scratch in this car. It’s my baby. I can be quite dangerous when I’m angry even without moonlight.”

"Yeah..." You reply and step on the gas.