Tom turned the truck around and started heading back the way he came. The man, seated in the passenger seat, rached behind him and pulled out a first aid kit. He propped his leg upon the dashboard and started cleaning the would with some anti-septic wipes. He then proceeded to wrap the bite wound with gauze, securing it with some medical tape.
"Hey, do you mind if we stop off at my house. I was talking to my wife earlier and she was really distraught and I have to make sure she's okay," asked Tom.
"Yeah, that's cool. I think this gauze'll hold for awhile. It seems to be clotting pretty good now."
"Thanks. What's your name anyway?" replied Tom.
"Name's Mark. What's yours?"
"Tom."
Tom turned the corner. He heard screams erupting from inside the various houses and saw two of the beasts run across the road, one with bright blond fur. Unbeknownst to Tom, this was his daughter, Joy. Tom had to swerve to miss them, with the truck briefly driving over the curb until Tom swiftly turned back onto the road.
"Was that one of them? Doesn't look like a lion to me!" exclaimed Tom.
"They're not. They're almost like wolves...except bigger, nastier. I've never seen anything quite like them," replied Mark.
They turned onto their street, where things were eeirely calm. He could see his neighbors poking their heads out the windows, looking for any sign of the crisis they had heard about.
Tom turned into his driveway and both he and Tom jumped out and made there way to the front door, Tom with his shotgun in hand. They stopped dead in there tracks when the heard a snarling noise. They turned to face to noise.
Standing in the front yard, staring dead center at them was the werewolf Brandon.
"Slowly move towards the front door," instructed Tom. Mark obeyed but Tom did not follow, finding himself mesmerized by the face of the wolf. He recognized something about it. He couldn't place it...
"Tom, come on!" exclaimed Mark, breaking the spell. Tom turned and saw Mark standing in the doorway. He made a quick break for the door, hearing the wolf tearing after him. Tom made it to the door in time and slammed it behind him, flipping the deadbolt, locking the door.
"Wow, that was close, said Mark, sitting down on the steps that lead to the second floor.
Tom walked into the living room. "Denise?"
He saw Denise sitting on the couch, turning the moon rock over in her hands.
"Denise? Where is Brandon? What about Joy? What is going on?" he asked.
Tom slowly walked around the couch and sat down on the coffee table across from her. Denise looked up at him. She was doused in sweat. Tom also noticed her canine teeth were more pronounced.
"Something's happening to us Tom, and I don't understand it."
Tom looked down to his wife's arms and noticed they were now covered in a thin coat of dark brown hair. He turned around and noticed the tattered remains of Brandon's pants.
"Honey, what happened to Brandon?" asked Tom, trying desperately to remain calm.
"He...he...changed."
"Changed...what do you mean?" asked Tom.
"He turned into a a monster Tom...a wolf like thing! Oh god..." sobbed Denise. She wiped the sweat off her face. "And I think it's happening to me too."
Mark walked into the living room, looked sweaty and haggered.
"I think I need to go to the hospital Tom. I don't feel so good," he said.