Home. At last. The warm comforting smell of the theatre fills my nose and soothes me, suppressing the growl that's been caught at the back of my throat all day. I leave my helmet clipped to my bike handles and wander through the door, taking my gloves off as I go. Mr Ryons waves at me.
"Hi, A! I wondered if you wanted to see the show tonight, I give an employees discount! 1% off!" He grins, illuminating his wrinkled face, bringing life to his features. He may be my employer, but he's also my best friend, and my dad. Well, technically. He was the one who found me, on that frosty evening in December. An old widower, alone, child-less, finally blessed with the perfect daughter that he always wanted. Although I'm anything but perfect.
"Ha, got you there, didn't I A! Just kidding, I couldn't possibly charge my daughter, could I! There's some empty seats tonight, so I can reserve one for you, if you want?" He hands me my apron, red with purple edging, the theme of the entire theatre.
"Um… yeah. That would be great. Could you get one for Celyn as well?" I take the apron, scraping my mousy brown hair into a bun. He strides over to the book on the ticket desk, and flicks through some pages.
"Yep, two seats on row F." He glances down at his watch. "Oh god, it's almost five. I better go and see if the stars of the show are ready! See you later." I smile and hug him, watching him leave the dusty entrance hall. Small but cosy, it's my favourite place in the theatre. The door is thick oak, as are the beams that cross the ceiling and the carpet is a thick red sheep's wool. A small wooden desk stands to the left, and the door to the theatre is on the right, leading into a large space, packed with red velvet seats facing a wooden stage. When I was little, I used to play there, dressing up in the costumes and singing nursery rhymes to Emris, Mr Ryons. Now, my playground has become my workplace and my home.
I take my place behind the desk, and quickly text Celyn.
'Hey, want to see Midsummers night dream? It at 5. Meet you in the castle. A'
The castle was what me and Celyn called this tower that extended from the theatre, accessed by a staircase round the back. It was where we met, where we discovered our powers, where we... Just hang out, I suppose.
I watch the visitors trickle in through the door, staring in wonder at the old antique furnishings and paintings. Living here pretty much all my life, their awe-inspiring effect has worn off. I stamp their tickets, one by one, ticking their names off the list as I go. It's a pretty small theatre, so we can only fit about 75 people in there. My phone buzzes beside me, and I pause writing a woman's name down in the book to read the text.
'Sure, on my way now. Cx'
The woman glares at me, tutting under her breath. I glare back, letting perhaps a bit too much of the wolf through. I feel my eyes turn yellow, and bite back the transformation. Now is not the time. She yelps, taking her ticket and making a quick exit towards the theatre.
At five, the trickle of visitors stops and I pull off my apron, running out to the castle to meet Celyn.
I nudge the old wooden door open, holding my breath as the musty air sweeps over me. A bit of my hair falls loose, drifting in front of my face. I growl at it, then make my way up the spiral staircase, being careful not to slip on the damp moss lining the steps. Celyn is standing at the top, looking out over the village. Her glossy black hair is tied in a ponytail and she wears a pair of old, leather, ankle-high boots, the ones I bought for her many Christmas' ago.
"Hi! Ready?" She nods, and we walk into the theatre, through the back door, taking our seats amongst the crowds of people.

Should I continue this?