"I really don't care what you guys do, but I'm not okay with being bitten by mom!" I said, having reached the end of my rope.
"That's fine dear," my mother said, and for a moment I thought she'd returned to her senses. "Kyra can handle that end of things."
"What???" I asked, shocked and frightened. This was NOT how things were supposed to be going. Meanwhile, Kyra simply beamed with happiness, smiling over at me, a wild look in her eyes.
"It seems like a fair compromise, really," my mother said.
"Hardly!" I protested, but to no avail.
"Son!" snapped my father, "You're joining the pack tonight, one way or the other, so sit your ass on the couch!"
I knew I'd lost the argument, so I simply sat there, plotting my escape. Meanwhile, Kyra and my mother eagerly chatted away about the condition, with Kyra assuring my mother and father that they indeed were making the right choice.
I began to tune them out, not wanting to hear any of it..and then made a very big mistake. Tired of waiting, I simply said, "I wish you'd just change and get this over with."
I immediately regretted my words, said out of idle tension. Kyra and my mother immediately gasped as the first seconds of transformation hit them.
"N..no moon?" my mother said, staring puzzled at Kyra as her nails began to grow.
"Who...grr...cares?" replied Kyra with a fang-filled smile, her voice already deepening as she tore open her shirt, urging her changes forward.