Brandon, hearing the worried voices of his parents wandered into the living room.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"There's some wild beast loose in the city, and your Dad went to go find your sister since she's not answering her cell phone," replied his mother.
"I'm sure she's fine. You guys always overreact in times of crisis," replied Brandon, noticing the Moon Rock again, on the shelf by the T.V. He walked across the room, suddenly fascinated by it. "I'm sure she's tucked away somewhere, with David, perfectly safe."
Brandon picked up the rock and looked it over. He found it absolutely fascinating. His looked gazed from the rock to outside the living room window, high in the sky, the full moon.
"Hey Mom, is it hot in here?" asked Brandon.
"Maybe a little," she replied. "Open the window." she said, distracted, redialing her daughter's cell phone.
Brandon went over to the window and opened it, still looking up at the full moon.
"Mom, I seriously feel hot." said Brandon, with a bit of worry in his voice. He wiped some serious sweat off his forehead. "I don't feel so good.
Brandon started scratching his chest, moving to his back.
"I itch all over!" he announced. He pulled off his sweatshirt, exposing his previously hairless teenage torso was slowly becoming covered with coarse black hair.
"What the..." said his Mother, putting down the phone.
Brandon started to feel cramping in his hands and watched as his fingernails were pushing out, changing into sharp claws. His hands swelled, bones rearranged as the became paws. He turned his hands over and saw they resembled paw pads.
"Mommy!" he cried out, in a deeper, more animalistic voice. The fur continued to grow. He felt strange sensation as his ears transformed to points and moved up his head. He fell to his knees as his feet and legs reformed into hind legs.
Brandon cried out in pain. His mother watched in shock as her baby boy slowly transformed into a monster.
His pants gave way to the increasing pressure and started to rip. Brandon clawed at them to release the pressure. His tail quickly grew from his rear. His chest started to barrel out, covered in black fur. He fell to his arms, now transformed into his front legs.
Brandon closed his eyes from the excruciating pain centered around his face. He felt his face push out into a snout and reform into a wolf's face. The transformation was complete. Brandon faded to the background as the wolf took over, instinct ruled, plain and simple.
The werewolf Brandon slowly moved across the living room towards his mother. He sniffed her and growled a little, but recognized her as part of the pack and did not percieve her as a threat. Instead, he ran across the room and dove through the open window. He was hungry. He needed to hunt.