Surprised, you lift your hand to your lip, and sure enough, a drop of bright-red blood appears on your finger. You quickly suck on your lip and then smile at your siblings.
"It's nothing, my lips are just cracked from the cold," you comfort them, then hurry them to their meager meal of hard bread and thin soup. While every drop is precious, especially since you work so hard, for some reason, it did not seem appetizing to you today, as you absently sucked on your still-bleeding lip. In fact, your own blood seemed oddly more fulfilling. Despite your siblings' protests, you shovel the majority of your food into their two bowls, only eating a few spoonfuls for appearances sake. After readying them for bed, you tell them a ridiculous tale about clumsy adventurers and hapless bandits until they finally drift off to sleep.
After changing your own clothes, you look in the dirty, broken mirror in the corner to assess the damage to your lip. Surprisingly, it seems to have healed. In fact, you don't even see a scar. Pleasantly surprised, you sigh, but then freeze. In your open mouth, you have caught sight of something odd. Your canine teeth seem to be slightly longer and sharper than before. In fact, they almost look like...fangs? Wait, was that what cut your lip?
At first, it doesn't really register. However, a sudden realization washes over you. You were 16. Clutching at the nearby table to stabilize your trembling knees, you stare at your reflection. Was this it? Were you going to change? But into what? And if you did, what would happen to your brother and sister?