Jennifer ran her fingers through Kyle's thick fur.
"Kyle, I want you to go to Rachel Parker's house tonight. That bitch stole the head cheerleader position from me. And I just can't have that. I want you to find her and kill her for me. You want to be a monster, go be a monster. Go!" commanded Jennifer.
Kyle felt horrifyed at what Jennifer was making him do, but he had no choice. The wolf complied, no conscience, no remorse, the essence of Kyle was along for the ride.
Rachel lived across the way from Jennifer, in the same neighborhood. Keeping to the shadows, the werewolf made it's way to her yard. It hid in the shadows of the large oak tree in the yard, waiting for it's prey to appear.
It didn't take long for Rachel to show. A car pulled up in the driveway and Rachel emerged from the front passenger seat in her cheerleading uniform. She was talking to the driver, another girl in the same uniform.
"I have no idea why Jennifer missed practice. I bet's she's still bitter about not being head cheerleader. Boo-fucking-hoo, I mean, get over it, right? I bet she's off with that fucking faggot Kyle Perkins. I saw him talking to her today, as if she'd have anything to do with him if he were straight. That boy is so pathetic. Some day, I bet he's just going to get AIDs and die like all the other queers," said Rachel.
Suddenly, Kyle didn't feel so bad about his assignment and relaxed, allowing the wolf to do it's work. Instinct took over. The werewolf patiently waited as the car backed away and drove down the street.
Rachel walked up the sidewalk towards the front door. She dug in her bag for her keys
"My retard of a brother better not be playing video games. A new episode of Laguna Beach is on tonight," she muttered.
The werewolf knew this was it's moment. It sprang out of the darkness and landed on Rachel. Rachel screamed as the werewolf's claws ripped through her uniform and into her flesh. The werewolf bit down on her throat and pulled back, ripping it out. In mere seconds, it was over, all that was left of Rachel was a bloody mess.
The front door opened and the werewolf turned to see who it was. It was Robby Parker, Rachel's fifteen year old brother and a classmate of Kyle's. Kyle's hulking werewolf form blocked his sister's remains from view, so all he was was Kyle.
"Oh cool, a werewolf!" he exclaimed. Robby quickly moved towards the werewolf, arm out stretched. Without even thinking, the werewolf leaned forward and bit it. Robby cried out and ran back into the house.
Terrified, the werewolf Kyle ran back towards Jennifer's house.