(( This one took me some time to think of, but I think I managed to get a decent idea for this one without making it seem identical to the other ;D ))

The man stumbled into the bar, he was unsure on whether to make sure or not. This could be dangerous, yet it could help him. He walked down the aisle with uncertainty, the drunks fumbling for more drinks but most glasses seen were already violently taken away from their owner and emptied. Keeping his head down, he quickly moved forward to the booth that he was meant to meet someone, and his ears twitched nervously. He wondered if the person knew about his secret, surely it was obvious, after all, his family was killed by them. Them, being humans, and him being... well, werewolf. At this point in time, humans have now isolated werewolves and are trying to kill all they can find, and since the decision has been made, he had stayed into hiding. He was still unsure about how this person knew about him, and whether the person he was meeting was going to do anything to him. Walking into the booth, he looked at the woman that stood before him.