Harold Kratz was a middle aged man who happened to live next door to Jen's family. In general, he was a sour man, who was angry at the world, and particularly teen-aged children. As it stood, this commonly left him at odds with Jen's family. Any time something went wrong, he managed to somehow blame Jen or her friends, and would come over to the house, ranting and raving to her parents, who would quickly ask him to leave. Harold hated Jen, knowing she was getting away with something she shouldn't be. He'd been waiting for six months, wanting irrevocable proof to give to her parents that she'd been misbehaving. That would teach the little slut!
And so, it was with a mix of anger and happiness that Harold Kratz was alerted to the chaos going on in his neighbor's house so early in the morning, long after Jen should have been in school. With a trimphant snarl, he said, "Fucking kids," grabbing a camera and heading over to the house.
An average person might have realized something very dangerous was afoot once they spotted the SUV with the smashed-in windshield, and heard the noises from inside the house. Harold Kratz, in another world might've been known as average, but not in this one. In this one, he was so blinded by rage, he strutted up to the front door, hammering on it. "Answer the door, you fucking kids!" he yelled.
After a few hard shots, the door popped open; Gabe hadn't closed it securely when he'd first come over. An average person would again have realized something was amiss, but not Harold. Instead he simply marched into the house, still angry, camera at the ready.
It took Harold's brain a moment to process the chaos of the house. There was furniture broken, cushions shredded. There were several broken vases lying on the floor, shattered glass glinting in the sunlight. There were also two costumed kids lying on the floor. "Fucking drug abusers," muttered Harold, taking several pictures of the kids on the floor, as well as the destruction in the house.
He was so absorbed in his revenge fantasy that he never saw the two werewolves stand up, walking towards him. He wasn't aware of them until he felt the first bite on his shoulder, and by then it was too late for Mr. Kratz. It was actually Gabe who'd bitten him, but unlike the bite that Gabe had received, this one wasn't a love bit, or a nip. Rather, most of Mr. Kratz's shoulder was gone. Jen joined in the bloodlust as she and Gabe tore Mr. Kratz to shreds as he screamed. The Jen-wolf didn't consciously know why, but this bit of meat seemed to satisfy her more than she imagined someone else might.
Soon enough, the werewolves collapsed, their bodies reverting back to their human forms, and they awoke surrounded by the gore of Mr. Kratz.