Ty had been part of the mythological fandom, and always had a liking for a certain creature in this particular category: werewolves. You
know, "Only a silver bullet can kill the beast"? Well, now that Ty had the power to change him and anything else he wanted in the
world, it was time for a little something extra. Ty wished, "I wish to add parts of the werewolf, like the musculature, 5-digit paws, big
bushy tail, and a very painless transformation at night." Now all Ty had to do was wait until nighttime... Great... Downstairs, moaning
came from his waking foster family, Mark, June, and a still-regressed Dustin. Could his day be getting any better? Moaning and
complaining came from them, like, "God, my ears hurt like hell, but most importantly, what the hell was that that attacked us, and why
are we tied up in chairs?!" asked Mark. "Like hell if I know..." replied June. Ty decided to pipe up. "Mark, June, Dustin? Will you freak
out at the form I'm in right now?" They looked at each other weirdly, then Mark asked, "Why?", then Ty walked downstairs, showing
the form that had befell his foster family. They were stupified, awed, and horrified. "Ty? Is that YOU?!" asked Dustin. "To put it bluntly,
yes, it's me. I'm sorry if I freak you out right now, but I'd like to sit down and talk to you about what happened," Ty said. He cut their
ropes with his talons, and sat down on the couch, ready to talk about Ty's knowing of this whole thing. Would Ty tell the truth, or tell a
white lie?