"Werewolf vial" Chris read, "target will go through a series of growth spurts while becoming a biped wolf like creature. Musculature depends on gender, proportions will generally stay similar to the targets current form, will result in a size increase, with the average height of transformed subjects being between 7-8.5 feet." He god no further as he heard a sharp crack. He put the vial aside and dashed into the living room, not reading the rest of the print, which said: "target Retains intelligence, and although they will have some animal instincts, they will have full control of their actions while transformed."
Chris dashed around the corner to find the plastic coffee mug lying on its side on the ground, with no liquid spilling out.
She drank the whole thing, he reasoned, his fear growing...
He slowly looked up at his mother, who was looking at the coffee mug puzzled.
"Mom...?" Chris asked, his voice rising in pitch due to fear and anticipation. "Are you feeling ok....?
"Chris, I," she started "I feel so...strange." she let out a soft moan, grasping her stomach in one hand, and grabbing the table's edge in the other.
"Mom! What is...?" Chris stared for a moment, trying to process what he was seeing. Her fingernails were growing out, long and sharp. "Mom?" He took a step back as her moans began to deepen slightly. Her fingers started to lengthen, and her fingernails grew thicker, reshaping themselves into claws.
Chris could feel his heart pounding, as he thought of a secret he had kept ever since he was a child; he was terrified of wolves.
Oh god, he thought...