Staring up at the other in shock, Anakin wondered if he had heard right or had sand stuck in his ears, again, as the redhead in front of him stared warily back.

When Mr Qui-Gon had stated that he wanted to speak with Anakin along with his padawan privately.

He had thought it had to do with becoming a Jedi maybe, so he had happily of a bit nervously agreed, following them to a small room that the Naboo staff had cleared out of, some kind of office maybe with how there was a desk and chairs in the room.

Padme had smiled at him gently as they left, Anakin’s nerves seemingly flying out the portholes at the sight.

It was not about becoming a Jedi or explaining anything of that nature though.

It was because Mr Obi-Wan was a werewolf, his shifting period was coming up and Mr Qui-Gon needed Anakin to not tell anyone since the three of them shared the minor space they had been given.

Well, Anakin mostly slept out in one of the chairs since there was better space there but Mr Qui-Gon was teaching him about the Force along with Mr Obi-Wan in the room the two Jedi slept in.

“You’re a werewolf?” He questioned, his legs starting to sway back and forth as Mr Obi-Wan gave a short, choppy nod.

Anakin had meet werewolves before, there were a few slaves that were and they were always, always kept away from the general population, kept in cages, treated as if they were about to go rampaging and slaughtering people.

Slave masters used them to hunt slaves sometimes, used them in fighting rings in both forms and used them as incentive to make people obey if they were slaves that weren’t equipped with shock collars or they weren’t suppose to be marked in any way as they were to be ‘clean’ slaves or bed slaves.

Maybe, in a different world, in a different place, Anakin would have shied away from Mr Obi-Wan.

But that would have to be in a world his mother hadn’t raised him.

Because his mother had taken Anakin by the hand one night and quietly lead him to the cages of one of those supposed ‘monsters’, a girl that couldn’t have been much older than Anakin at the time.

She had sky blue eyes and long dirty blond hair that hung in a mess over her back, her figure had been emaciated and she had scars all over from the fighting rings. But she had smiled at Shmi and Anakin, uncertain but not scary. Her teeth had been normal and while her voice had been low and rusty from lack of use.

Her hands had been gentle when Anakin shook it.

The girl hadn’t been a monster, just another unfortunate soul in the hands of those that would abuse them.

And Mr Obi-Wan wasn’t a monster either, there was a wolf hiding under his skin but that didn’t mean a monster. No, Obi-Wan was just scared and nervous if the way he kept shifting and the feeling Anakin could get of him was accurate.

Jumping off his chair, Anakin moved forward before either Jedi could stop him, wrapping his arms around Mr Obi-Wan’s chest while staring up at him with wide eyes. “That’s wizard! Can you show me your form? Is it big? Can you control how big it is? Is your hair the same as your fur?” Anakin shot of as many questions as he could think of as Obi-Wan stared back at him with wide eyes.

He looked bewildered and overwhelmed even as he automatically started patting at Anakin’s hair, the older Jedi lost as Obi-Wan tried to answer the deluge of questions.

Therefore they missed Qui-Gon smiling at them, relief echoing in the man’s eyes at the open acceptance Anakin was showing Obi-Wan.