You were about to wish for something, but that would be too easy. Being hulked out on testosterone from the rapid transformation and smelling your mother's sweet cunny really got you in the breeder mindset. You have to challange someone for the right to mate... prove your virility and worth as a male to your mate to be. And put the weak in their place.
You grin deviously, your draconic maw looking incredibly preditory. "Hello there father I'm here to claim mother from a worthless runt like you. I was almost disappointed that I wouldn't be able to steal her from you in person" You said in your deep booming and sadistic voice that even shocks you a little. You start approaching him like a cat would a mouse and his snarling face recoils a bit in confusion. "Son is that you!?" "and you pounce.