FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The summer that change everything

In this story, beside the plot, in the first few chapters, I will also try to show what hurdle's werewolves have to go through every day in order to survive. Contrary to some belief, you will see that it is a sometime fastidious and not an easy life. They have special needs and ability that is complicating every aspect from their life. For some, that in it self is what the curse is all about. On the other hand they have a much longer life span, better health, are much stronger physically, then the average humans.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any resemblances to people in real life, or to character in other stories are just fortuitous and unintentional. All the characters involved in this story belong to me "drakar2835" unless otherwise stated. This story is written for all to enjoy and will forever be free. It's like my payback to all the wonderful free stories floating around this site. The basic environment behind my story is inspired by the one imagined by Leo_Todrius 's Lykos. Be sure to read Trickster_D 's Lykos-Wild Things, argouru 's Lykos-Lone Wolf, sangheilinerd Lykos Redemption, and "disturbed01 's Lykos-Mat P. These are all amazing stories and all have Leo_Todrius 's approval. While this story environment is inspired from Leo Todrius Lykos stories and I did ask for his approval before using some pieces of his environment, other differences I've implemented might also make it totally incompatible to his universe unlike the other spinoff mentioned above. Although Leo Todrius did approve the use of some of his story environment, he had nothing to do with the content of this story and should not be held liable or responsible for anything contained in it. For any question relating to that, please PM me. Thank you.

Warning: Some part of the story may contain gore and/or scat and/or vore but it will not be the center theme of the story and won't be very graphical or detailed. It will only be used as supportive accessory to the story, but I'm not shy in using them when needed. So you've been warned. I will include specific tags relating to those subjects in each chapter on a need basis.

Also, included in this chapter is my way of implementing the physics of werewolves into our own reality. I think some people will find that particularly interesting. Please fell free to use that idea into your story and improve on it. Just state somewhere that the initial idea came from me as I'm not aware of anybody who had put it this way before. Please comment about that physics implementation as I want to know if the explanations are clear and believable to everybody. I've tries to keep it simple while make it believable. Quite a balancing act. LOL

Be aware that in this and the next chapter, some people might find that I spend too much time around explaining problems with bodily function, bathroom appliances, eating, etc. I don't intend to dwell on those problems for the rest of the story but tend to think that for a guy that is about to turn into a werewolf, doing those simple things that we take for granted might really become a major source of time-consuming frustration, until it just becomes banal routine. I've tries to put a little bit more info where other writer might just skip around those subject just not wanting to go there. Well, I will go there but at the same time, will also try to keep things civilized. We as human do spend about two hours of our lives, every day, in a bathroom which is a lot if you think about it. And in most stories it's a subject that is just left out for fear of breaking a taboo. Well I'm not afraid of taboo if it's done properly.

Chapter two

The uncertainty

Randal is back in the van with his friend and his family, making the journey back home. There is this eery silence in the car as everybody is keeping to himself, still stuns from that experience. There is also this fact that for them going back to that place, will probably never fell the same. They've just lost that safety feeling that one usually has at home. Anyway it would be a shame if they sell the place because of this. That beast might be very far by now never to return...

Then suddenly Randal felt some kind of numbness or heat slowly spreading from his wound. It did not hurt but was enough of a distraction to bring him back from his thoughts and start playing with the bandage. Mister Winston took notice of that through his rearview mirror. "Randal, you should not play with that bandage. The lady at the hospital did warn you about the itching, and said that it was important to leave it in place in order to minimize the permanent scaring." Randal knew that if he kept playing with it, he might be scarred for life but this thing was itching so badly... But subconsciously, another part of his mind was also a bit upset from being watched so closely...

Finally they made it back home, but as they were unpacking the car, everybody was still moving in silence like they were mourning the dead or something. Randal wanting to change and cheer up the bleak mood, took the first step. "Patrick, after supper I would really like it if you came over to play some video games with me. Will you come?"

After a few seconds, Patrick not perceiving that there was any objection from his parents. "I'll go, Randal, right after supper".

"Tanks Pat." Randal said smiling, having somewhat achieved his goal, then he left for his house. *Ok, it's time to deal with mom... I'm sure she's worry sick by now*. Upon entering the house, his mom effectively came right over with a worried sick look on her face, then she looked down at the bandage. Seeing those worries eyes Randal took the lead answering the question that he knew was coming. "Yes mom, I was bitten by what we think is bear, but nothings broken"

"Randal... I was worried sick when Alan called me about the incident and told me that you we're at the hospital."

"Mom calm down, it's just a small bite, only some teeth mark in the skin that's all."

"A small bite?? Alan told me that the personnel at the hospital never saw such a large bite wound before, even the bones were damaged, putting you at risk of getting septicemia."

"Mom, they are all exaggerating, It's large in size but not in severity, like I've said, nothing's broken, there's not even a tear in the skin, only puncture wound. It was just a bear and we got rid of him using our pepper spray. In fact it was so effective that they could not find him the next day. He really took off and got the hell away from us." Randal was trying very hard to downplay the incident, cause he was afraid that she would never let him go again with the Winston. "Anyway it's just a little bruise, but it will have to wait a little while before you can see it, cause the hospital told me to keep the bandage in place for a few days. If you excuse me, I'll go unpack in my room, just call me when the supper's ready. OK"

"Randal, if that bear had killed you, I don't know what I would have done... You are now almost an adult and I won't be able to keep you from having your fun but promise me that you'll be careful out there, will you?"

"Yes mom, I promise that I will do my best just to be bitten not killed." Randal said with a hint of sarcasm mocking his mother a bit while at the same time defusing the conversation.

"O you little rascal stop mocking me... As for supper, I'm afraid that you will eat alone tonight because I'm going out with friends. It's something that they have organized a long time ago to drag me away from the house, because they felt that as a widow mother, I need to have a change of scenery and go out once in a while. So it would be hard for me to cancel, plus the fact that you were only supposed to be back tomorrow. I know that you're old enough to understand, anyway I will be back at around eleven. There is a big pot of stew in the fridge, the kind you love, just put your plate in the microwave for three minutes. O! I'm late, I have to go... Randal, please call me right away if you feel any increase in pain or if you feel any kind of dizziness, I'll come back right away and we'll go to the hospital."

"Tanks Mom, and don't worry I'll call you if that wound starts to act up." On these words' Randal went upstairs to his room and started unpacking stuff. As he got done, he sat on his bed, the itching becoming unbearable. Against the advice of the clinic and Patrick father, he started to remove the bandages, and to his stupefaction all traces of a bite mark were gone!! Almost nothing was left, just a bit of scarring and a bunch of red spots where the tooth had penetrated the skin!!. "The hell???" Quickly peeling off the remainder, Randal was dumbstruck at the sight. At least now, he could scratch himself to his heart competent, and what a relief it was, as he just lay there, scratching himself with this far gone look on his face, exactly like a dog being scratch behind the ears. As he finished his scratching session, he had this thought. *Better put that bandage back on for a while, otherwise people will start thinking that I'm a damn liar, inventing stuff in order to attract attention upon myself.* Then he started to hook up his game console to his room monitor. While doing that, he felt a hot flush, like suddenly being put in a very hot oven. Looking at the thermometer, he confirmed that he was the only one feeling the heat, luckily no dizziness came out of it, quit the contrary, he never felt so well and energized before in his life.

As he was finishing what he was doing, a sudden feeling of starvation did hit him quite hard in the stomack. It felt like he had not eaten for weeks, and got the better of him, bringing him down to the kitchen. He took out the big pot of stew from the fridge, and started eating it cold while watching some TV. Before long, he was down to the last bite. Still feeling very hungry after eating that gargantuan meal, he ordered three extra-large pizzas for himself, with double extra toppings, paying for them out of his own money. The weird thing, is that something in his head was preventing the realization of his sudden abnormal behavior. Even a grownup man could not have eaten an entire pot of stew of that size in one sitting. Yet, even after that gargantuan feast, it still felt quite normal for him to call for three extra pizzas, which arrived about 20 minutes later. Right after the delivery boy left, he started ravenously eating the pizzas, one piece after another in quick succession, until he was down to the last two pieces of the last pizza. As if on cues, Patrick knocked on the door then came in as agreed earlier. Upon entering he saw Randal in the kitchen eating some pizza.

"He Randal, I'm here. O, you had pizza for supper. Nice... Do you mind if I take the last piece?"

"No, please go ahead." Randal said still feeling hungry but at least it was now manageable. Finally, his brain was able to fight the control of his body back away from his stomach and just in time as it was the first chance they had to be alone together since the incident.

"Your mom is not here Randal?"

"No she went away for the evening for some girls stuff." Randal making quotes with his hands while saying girls.

"I see... So you ate an entire pizza by yourself?"

"So what, I was hungry..." Randal said skipping the part where he hates two more plus an entire pot of stew.

"Anyway, follow me upstairs, I have something to show you."

Both of them made it to Randal room. "Come sit here closer on the bed, it's about the bite." As Patrick sat down, Randal did remove his bandage not wanting to keep the secret from his very close friend.

"Woaa... There is nothing left of the wound!! How can that be?? It's been only two days since you were bitten!"

"Frankly Patrick, I have no idea why. You also saw the bite, I'm as surprised as you are that it healed so fast."

"Are you going to tell your mom about this?"

"No... no, I will keep the bandage for at least the next three weeks otherwise everyone will think I'm a damn liar, at least you can attest that I was really injured by that bear."

"Man, you were very lucky to escape with only a bite, it could have been much worst... You could have died... Hell, we both could have been killed!"

"Anyway, how about we boot up Forza?"

"Great!"

Each having their own turn, they played for about three hours, but unperceived by both, Randal was getting better and better with his reflex as the game went on, being the one who was finishing most of the levels. It even got to a point where he felt that the game console was slowing down, being very sluggish and unresponsive.

"Damn console, it must have a problem, it's slowing down..."

"Well... I'm not really seeing that, but if you say so. Anyway I'm dead tired." Replied Patrick. Saying good night, as he left. Randal still not tired, feeling that he could stay awake all night long, decided otherwise, afraid that he might pay the price tomorrow, at school. So he went to bed, but it was quite an agitated slept. It was like he was fighting something off in his slept, but that was about the extent of it.

*Two weeks went by without any incident at home or at school other then restlessness, some occasional tingling in the hands and feet, and that same difficulty sleeping, and perhaps a much greater appetite then usual. Other then that Randal felt fine, in fact he felt more then fines, and always full of energy. Energy that he never had before. It really did help in this end of semester where he had to spend a lot of time studying late at night. *

Then one morning at sunrise following another strange and agitated night full of weird dreams, Randal woke up drenched in his sweat. As he sat in his bed, could still remember some of them, and felt like he had truly lived them. He distinctively remembered having put up a big fight with an animal of some kind. After five minutes of trying to remember more, its kind of faded away, but at least he still felt great and rested. In need of a good shower, he went to the bathroom. Upon stepping into the bathtub... Bang! He bumped his head hard on the lintel of the bathtub sliding doors. "The hell??" Stumbling back a bit from the impact, he could not believe his eyes. He always had enough space above his head, had he grown taller over night?? Something that was later confirmed while he was getting dressed. Everything seemed too small, he really had to dig into his stuff in order to find something acceptable, even his shoes were too tight. Curious, he went to the wall near the entrance of his room, where just for the fun of it, he always kept records of his height using marks with dates. He had done his last measurement two months ago with a height of 5'-4"-1/2. Looking at the new measurements he was stun... 5'-8, that is 3 inches more then last measure. Had he grown 3 inches almost over night??? Something was not adding up. Why this sudden height increase?? After thinking about it for a minute he finally decided to rationalize it as sudden growth spree that he was just now starting to notice. Nothing unheard off in a two-month time but still somewhat extreme. Of course he did not realize that in reality it really did happen almost overnight, well over the weekend! Lucky for him that his mom had not discarded all of her late husband's stuff. He went to the basement knowing that there were some sneakers from his late dad's stored in some boxes. When he tried them on, they were about his new size.

Finally siting in the kitchen to eat some breakfast, he was alone as his mom had already left early to work, as she always does. Randal is usually up earlier in order to eat breakfast with her, unfortunately this morning, because of his bad night, he had woken up later then usual, and was now alone with only the morning tv shows as company. Starting to eat toast after toast, and drinking glass after glass of milk, without paying too much attention to what he was doing, he found his way through two complete loaf of slice bread, an almost new jar of peanut butter, and a gallon of milk. He still had that unusually ravenous appetite, but had to cut short his huge breakfast as it was time to go, even tho he still felt hungry. At least now it was manageable. So quickly cleaning up the kitchen, he then left the house. As usual his best friend Patrick was waiting for him, and when he saw Randal, took notice that there was something different about him, like he was taller, bigger, or something. It's just that he was not sure. So they got going, walking to the school as it was only four miles from their home.

"Randal, did you put on different shoes with a thicker sole or something? You seem... taller or bigger then yesterday."

"It must be caused by my choice of clothing. They're kind of tight, should have put on something else, my weekend rags were much better, unfortunately they're not accepted in school. Anyway it's the last week of school, so these will have to do. BTW just looks around at school, you will see that a lot of students around our ages are in the same boat. I've just discovered that I gained three inches in the last two months, isn't that call a growth streak or something?"

"Seriously Randal, three inches in two months, that is impressive growth for such small amounts of time. Well, your clothes might do for a week but I really don't think they'll fit you in a month if your growth streak keeps on going. You're lucky, school is almost over. I just wish I had one too... BTW what's your first class this morning?"

"Lucky me... my first period is PHED*, damn I hate that class. I'm sure our beloved teacher will put us through a wonderful dodgeball game... As usual, I'll be the last one standing as I'm unable to catch the god damn balls that those damn gorillas are throwing at me, and as usual, Goodal** will throw an additional 5 balls into play so that I get terminated with deadly force! See, I can already tell you the outcome of the game... I swear that teacher... He loves it when the weak get pummel by the strong, in fact, he's loving it so much that the last time we played that game, I saw him jumping up and down while encouraging them out loud... So what about you Patrick?"

"Well for me, it's my favorite day of the week with a two-period chemistry lab. Unfortunately since it's the last lab of the year, and the final exam was given last week, we will not do much except be controlled for our presences, and returning back our chemistry books that were lent by the school." Patrick said with a smug, teasing Randal and his upcoming plight. He knew quite well what was in stores for poor Randal. He also knew first hand that gym teacher love for the suffering given by the gifted kid toward the less gifted one like Randal. It was unfair but that was the way it was and nobody could do a thing about it.

They got to school in time for home room where their presences were taken and then went on their separate ways. As Randal got into the gym locker room, Martin Huffman, an unfriendly jock from his class was already changing and engaging in horseplay with other classmate. Unfortunately for Randal, his locker was right beside that guy's locker. In Randal mind, he was not as bad as John Austin but still was a pain in the ass. As he saw Randal come in, the jock couldn't resist going after one of the most picked-on kid in school... "Hey Fairfield, you have high water in the cellar?" All the students present Laughing at Randal. Of course Randal knew it was about his pants that were too short because of his latest growth spree.

"Very funny Huffman. You know what, you're just jealous that I'm growing up to be a man while you are still a dumb kid. Just keep horse playing around with your palls here, it totally fits your mental age." Randal feeling a bit bolder then usual. In the past he would have said nothing and be walked on all over as usual, but not this time. Something in his subconscious just was pushing him to fight back. Huffman was quite surprise by this answer and just could not let it pass, his social status was on the line. "Hey Fairfield, watch it or your gona get it." While showing his fist, as a warning. Randal still being unusually bold did look at Huffman right in the eyes and said. "Go to hell Huffman, you're just an asshole that demands to be kicked in the butt." On these words Huffman tried to punch Randal in the stomach but was stopped dead by Randal catching his fist in midair. In return Randal just gave him a small push on his shoulder with the palm of his left hand, but it had so much power that Huffman did a 180, ending face first with a big bang on the opposite row of lockers across the aisle. Everything came to a stop as Randal felt the stare from the other guys that where in the same aisle, they were just standing there, looking at him mouths open, unable to say a word. Huffman still under the shock was not moving either, while Randal got this feeling of power surging throughout his muscle and body making his eyes momentarily flashed with a pale yellow color. Deciding that he had enough, Randal grabbed Huffman by the left arm easily lifting his 110 pounds off the ground, using only that one hand, and held him up there at arm length feet dandling in the air, two inches off the ground slowly rotating him around so that they would again be face to face. This new founded power was so great that it felt like Huffman weighted nothing. Looking at him very intensely in the eyes with an assurance he never ever had before, Randal said, using an also new founded, lower and more bestial voice. "Huffman, Don't ever touch me again... or else." While firmly stabbing his index finger from his free hand in his chest solidly pinning him against the lockers. Realizing his very precarious position, Huffman, now shaking out of fear, lost control of his bladder soiling his shorts. Having a hard time swallowing that big lump in the back of his throat, he managed to say. "Cool man don't get angry over this, I was just kidding... just be cool." It was about all he could say in order to save his skin. Fortunately for him, it had the intended effect, as Randal decided to release him. As he fell on his feet, he stood there, still shaken and now quite scared of the old Randal that was no more. Randal then took three sniffs close to the standing guy. "Man you reek piss, get away from me... NOW!" Upon hearing the last order that still had that low bestial voice, Huffman ran away to the shower area in order to clean himself of his pee. The other guys that were witnesses of what had transpired felt compelled into quickly finishing what they where doing and left ASAP.

Randal could have turned the table on him and made him pay for all of his past abuse, but decided otherwise as he would not do to other what he did not want others to do to him. His subconscious was definitively pushing the temptation to do so in his mind, but he did resist, seeing that the guy had enough punishment for now. Now alone in his corner of the unusually quiet locker room, Randal quickly changed to his gym clothes and walk toward the exit. While passing by the other guys, he had that feeling of having all the available eyes turn in his direction. Of course, the other's students in the room all heard the loud noise, the virile talk, followed by Huffman quickly going to the shower area. "What? We had an small argument, is there anybody else that have a problem with that?" Randal looking at all the guys who quickly turned away, acting like if nothing had ever happened. "Scaredy cats" He said as an afterthought as he open the locker room door and left. As the door closed, one could hear all the remaining guys sighting with relieves and looking at each others. They just could not believe in what had just transpired moments before, especially coming from weak Randal... Randal's premonition where right, it was dodgeball... But on the first ball throned at him, he was able to catch it quite easily for the first time, has he felt the ball was coming for him at a much slower speed then usual. Turning around he threw the ball so hard at an opponent player, that on impact it made a violent slamming noise, sending the poor guy flying in the opposite direction, at least five feet off the ground followed by an additional ten foot slides on the gym floor. It happens so fast that no body really saw what had just occurred, they only saw a student skidding to a stop and the ball coming back to Randal. Again feeling all eyes turning in his direction, Randal decided that he did not want that kind of attention and threw the ball hitting his next victim as softly as he could. It still nails the guy, but this time it was a regular kill. Now perceiving that something was way off, he conscientiously let himself be hit by the next ball so that he'd start to appear like his old self. He did not even try to catch the ball again for the rest of the period, and did let himself be an easy target. Back in the locker room, Randal really saw a difference as all the other students kept clear of him and were not sure how to handle him anymore. It was the first time ever that he was left alone and not bullied over while in the gym locker room after a class. Things were seemingly starting to change for the better.

At lunch in the cafeteria Randal was back with his friend at their usual table.

"Patrick, I had this very strange experience this morning like I've become all powerful or something and its scaring me. In fact, I'm afraid I might hurt someone."

Patrick looking at Randal, now thinking that he's being serve a prank.

"Ha ha ha, Randal, I'm not falling for that one, try someone else"

Seeing that his friend was not believing him, Randal took a hold of the empty chair next to him.

"Listen Patrick, I'm serious here, watch and keep it low I don't want to attract attention..."

With Patrick watching, Randal with one hand, grabbed one of the metal tubes holding the back rest of the chair next to him, surreptitiously squeezing it like it was made out of soft putty, showing the result to his friend.

"Wow... That is so cool and wicked!"

"No, it's not... It's scaring the hell out of me!"

Looking around seeing that the demonstration went unnoticed, Randal did put the slightly modified chair, back in its place, working the metal to a somewhat more rounded shape.

"Patrick, this morning in the locker room I almost killed Huffman. I still don't know how I was able to control myself and keep my cool. Then not even trying, I almost injured another student just by throwing the dodgeball at him. The ball impact threw the guy fifteen feet in the opposite direction, and from what I saw, he was still limping when he came here five minute ago. It's crazy, it's like I'm walking on eggs all the time. One false move and I could snap someone necks just like that!" Crumbling the table top between his thumb and index finger into sawdust like it was just a dry piece of bread.

"Since when did you start to be... superman?"

"Patrick, PLEASE be serious and don't call me that, it's not funny, and I'm really not in the mood... As for when, it was this morning in the locker room after I felt like heat coursing throughout my body."

"Randal, I'm not laughing but you are strangely reminding me of that superman movie character. So what do you intend to do about it?"

"Not much I guess, I think I'll just have to learn to live with it... Now if you'll excuse me, I want to get another ration before they close the kitchen, I'm still starving, do you want some more?"

"No not really, I'm fine, but..." Randal guided by his stomach, left the table leaving Patrick stun and somewhat perturbed, trying to get his head around this entire thing plus the fact that Randal already ate a tray containing enough food for three people, and he was now getting another one? His jaw really dropped when he saw him coming back with two trays, one tray in each hand with as much food as the first one in each.

"How did you get away with so much food without anybody saying a thing?"

"Well, it's the last serving of the day, so they give more food to whomever comme backs for a second serving instead of throwing it away to the garbage, and I told them that my friend and I were trying to fatten up for the football trial next fall." Randal said with a smirk on his face.

"You're going to eat all this? I'm not doing any trial or anything and I'm definitively not trying to fatten up here. There is enough for six people on those tray... This is just wasteful, you never will be able to eat it all!"

"Hey I'm super hungry, just watch me"

Patrick just sat there, agape, watching his friend ravenously eating everything in no time flat... And then the bell rang announcing the end of the lunch period. They both got up and left for their school lockers.

"Damn, too bad were out of time, because I still feel hungry..."

"What??? You ate like nine adults back there and you're still hungry??? Man, you should have yourself check, it's definitively not normal."

"Well Mr. consciousness, if you excuse me, I'm suddenly feeling this urge and I really have to go to the restroom ASAP..."

"Yea, I bet you have, after that gargantuan meal of yours..."

(If you don't like to read anything about bodily function, don't read the next three paragraph. You've been warn)

They both went to the restroom as Patrick also had to go. After two minutes, he was done, but could hear that Randal was still doing his business.

"Damn Randal, you were not kidding when you told me you had to go. I'm leaving for my classes, don't forget to flush when you're done." Laughing as he left.

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny Patrick." Randal said in a sarcastic way. As the restroom door came to a close, it became very quiet in the room, as Randal was the only one left in the entire restroom. Other then his own noise, only the soft air noise from the exhaust vent could be heard. Still going and feeling so much relieved, he had nothing else to do except reminiscing the events of the day. He could not understand what was happening to him. Super fast healing, incredible strength, insatiable hunger... But his thoughts were suddenly cut short when he felt something backing up under him... Getting up and looking down, he saw that the big porcelain bowl was so full that a mountain of shit had form and was sticking out like an island in the middle of the displaced water that was now dangerously close to the rim. Lucky for him, it was not one of those new automatic flushing toilets. Otherwise, he would have had a big smelly and watery mess on his hands. "Goddam it!" *What the hell is wrong with me. This thing is full and I still have to go, badly!!!...* He got out of his stall, holding his pants up using his hands, and quickly went to the adjacent one so that he could finish his dump. Finally after having deposited enough crap to fill the second toilet bowl halfway he was done. Coming out of the restroom, he felt somewhat ashamed in leaving that mess for the janitor to deal with, but there is nothing he could do about it.

Fortunately, the rest of the day went without any other incidents, and both friends met after school as usual, walking their way back home.

"Woooo, it was a scorcher today, it was like a hundred in the history classroom this afternoon. It's a good thing that they're only a few days left before summer break... I cannot stand that heat, anymore. Randal, why the serious looks?"

"Now don't laugh... I could not flush!"

"What???" Patrick, now confused, was looking at Randal with a *what the hell his he talking about* expression on his face.

"You know after dinner when we took a dump and you made that damn joke about not forgetting to flush... I could not flush, like the damn toilet was so full that I could not flush..."

"Randal, stop pulling my finger."

"Pat, I'm not joking, something is very wrong with me. I don't know what it is, but strangely, I'm not freaking out about that either, quite the opposite in fact, I feel great, and that is what I find weird. It's like two parts of my mind are arguing all the time. One say it wrong, and the other one says its ok. The one that has no problem with all of what's happening to me, is the part that's winning so far. The strangest thing is that I'm aware of both sides like two different versions of me were inside this body at the same time!"

As Randal kept talking about his strange day, and the event in the locker room, they took the usual shortcut across a parking lot. As they went by a windowless transport van, a beautiful girl suddenly came out asking the boys "Which one of you is Randal Fairfield?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" Randal answered a bit weary at that sudden apparition.

"Since you look exactly like the picture I have of Randal Fairfield, I'll take a wild guess and believe that you're the one I'm looking for. We need to have a little chat together. Please step in the van both of you!"

"And if I refuse?" Randal, readying himself to pick up Patrick in his hands and run. Unfortunately, before he had a chance to react, four huge unfriendly looking guys came around the van from the other side blocking any chance of escape. Even though Randal had increase strength, he was held in place by one of the goons that proved to be as strong as he.

"Well frankly, that is an option that you might not enjoy. So again, please step inside..."

Reluctantly Randal and Patrick did enter taking seats in the windowless part of the van, with the girl sitting on the seat right in front and facing them, followed by two of the big guys, one on each side.

"Boys, I don't wish to spent my evening here so, I'll go directly to the point. First of all it has been brought to our attention that about two weeks ago, one of you was bitten by an unknown animal. Before going any further we will do a simple blood test, the outcome of which will determine if you're coming with us or if we're releasing you, no question asked. Give me your fingers."

A drop of blood was drawn from both boys, and put onto the window of a plastic device, then a few drops of a clear liquid from a small bottle were added to the blood, and the entire thing was laid to rest for a minute, a very long minute as far as the boys were concern. Upon seeing the result her gaze came right back to them.

"Well Mr. Fairfield your friend here is testing negative and is in the clair, but you on the other hand are definitively a positive... You might not be aware of it yet, but your life has just change... And will continue to change a lot in the near future... Mr. Fairfield you are becoming a Lycan... This means that from now on, there will be lots of things you will need to know and lots of rules that you will have learn and follow. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Randal was just sitting there, mouths agape, having just passed from being freaked out from being abducted too being dumbstruck from what she just said. "L... Lycan??" He said in extinguishes voice.

"Yes Mr. Fairfield... a werewolf, you have been bitten by one, and you are now on the way of becoming one... One of our agents got a hold of your police record detailing your weekend misadventure, and also your hospital records. They were all pointing to one conclusion, but we first had to make sure with this blood test. It's now confirmed, and from what the police record shows, you were bitten by a rogue werewolf. We call them direwolf... You're very lucky to be alive, usually they tend to entirely consume their prey leaving very few traces. Your friend on the other hand is not infected but he also will have comme along with us because of his knowledge."

Randal was still under the shock not moving like he'd just received a two-by-four right in the face. Five minutes ago he did not even know werewolves existed, and was convinced that it was a big bear that had attack him. "Wait, wait... Are you sure? Where the fur? The teeth? The noses? How can I be a werewolf without those physical aspects??..."

"All in good time Mr. Fairfield, all in good time... The blood test is formal, but your first transformation will only occur at the next full moon in twelve days, your first moon. In the meantime only internal or barely noticeable stuff will happen like, fast growth spurts, insatiable hunger, increase stamina, increase hair growth, etc. Until then you're still essentially human on the outside, but internally, your body is starting to gear up for the change."

Both of the kids were now looking at each other having just understood why Randal was having all those difficulty and changes.

"Oookay... Now what?... I guess you're not here with all those goons just for the chitchat, right?"

"Well Mr. Fairfield, you're corrects, these gentlemen are here to prevent you from escaping, so please don't try, as that could prove quite unpleasant for all of us. From now on we will start to know each other very well."

"Great..." Randal said in an annoyed tone.

"First of all, my name is Anita Fuller, and I'm a keeper... A werewolf keeper to be exact. We keepers are a group of people who have dedicated our life in keeping werewolves safe from the rest of the population, and the population safe from werewolves. Our organization has been around for thousands of years, and we're doing all of our stuff behind the scene unknown to the general public. Every time in human history it became common knowledge that werewolves were living among the general population, they have always ended up being persecuted. This is why we maintain all this secrecy. Even now, there are hunters going after your kind. In summary we're the good guys trying to protect you... We will now have a little truck ride back to our den where our local alpha wants to have a chat with you. It's probably the most important meeting of your life... So in reality you're not really being abducted, we are just taking you to that important meting, after which we will bring you back to your homes before nine tonight. We'll arrange it so that your parents think you were detained at school for some last minute extra curricular activities." Then turning around a bit and speaking over her head. "William, please take us back to the den."

On these words the driver started the van and drove away toward an unknown destination.

"Boys, we are now leaving for the den. Depending on the traffic, It will take about half an hour to fifty minutes to get there, as the property is outside of the city limits. The alpha that you'll see there is the leader of one of the packs from of this city. Around this country there are cities and towns with packs of werewolf living and working among the population. It's like that for every country in the world. In this city there are three packs living in their own zones or territory. In you case, since you're young we'll have to take you to an alpha willing to take a fourteen-year-old wolf pup under his wing, it's not something that all alphas will readily do. This alpha already has pups that are around your ages, so he's willing to help you out. Now please sit back and enjoy the ride"

The explanation had a calming effect on both boys, now that they knew their destination and why. Although, deep inside they were still scared out of their wits, because being taken by force at fourteen-years of age, by unknown people, to go see an unknown guy, at an unknown place, was an understandably scary proposition, plus the attitude of the goons surrounding them was not helping either.

Fifty minutes later, the van finally turns into a long gravel driveway leading to a quite remote house about half a mile away from the road, right on the edge of a forest. The vehicle finally came to a stop. Other than being surrounded by trees, the house had nothing special about it per say. It's a mid-size, two story building, built against a hillside that is going up at a moderate slope angle maybe a thousand feet, about the average height of the surrounding hills. Disembarking from the van, the boys where then taken to an exterior staircase leading to a basement door.

As they got in, this big guy, much larger than the goons that had been around them, was sitting behind his desk looking at his computer. Upon seeing the boys, he gave them a smile, and came to greet them warmly. Now literally looking up at the 6'-6, and 260 lbs alpha, big was an understatement. In his human form, he's a white man in the mid forty having some gray hair, and having these huge well-developed muscles all over his body. He's not bad looking and is surprisingly light looking as he moves around despite his muscle mass.

"Hello boys my name is Craig Walter, I'm the alpha around here, your new alpha Randal. So, among us, from now on, the two of you will call me alphas, but when we're in public please call me Mr. Walter, as alpha would sound rather awkward for the people out there. My role from now on is to show you Randal how to behave and live as a werewolf among others of our kinds and among humans. I strongly believe that we as a race must be able to blend as much as we can among humans, and live among them in order to survive and thrive. They are just too numerous on this planet to still behave the old ways like nothing had change. I'm fully aware that others might not think the same, but as long as you're going to be associated with this pack it's your goal. I know that for now, you don't have a faintest idea of what I'm talking about since your first moon is not due before next week, but don't worry, in due time you'll get it. My contact told me that you're a very bright young kid, so I don't think you'll have any difficulty understanding my explanation... The rest of you please leave us, as for you kids please sit on the chair in front of my desk as we have much to discuses. Is everything clear so far?"

"Yes... Al...Alpha" They both answer in unison.

As the others left the room going upstairs, both kids took one chair each, and sat in front of the desk as instructed. The alpha when to his seat behind his desk turning toward Patrick direction.

"Good... good. The first thing I want to know is your names, since it seems that no one thought about asking. According to our source you should be Patrick Winston, is that right?"

"Yes Alpha, I'm Patrick Winston, but frankly I do not know why I'm here as I'm not a werewolf as your lady's assistant can testify."

"Like it or not Patrick's, you are in it, all the way up to your neck, and knowing way too much to be release without knowing of all the implications involved. You may endanger your life and the life of your friends and family if you're not careful and not following our rules. That is how serious it is. This is both a warning and a threat I'm giving you. Is that crystal clear?"

Patrick, now stunned by the very serious threat on his life, has a very difficult time gulping down his own saliva as it stuck around his somewhat paralyzed throat. Finally swallowing hard before answering in a dim voice. "Yes alphas."

"I'm sorry that I have to be this oppressive but I won't tolerate any mishaps from any of you as this community well being depends on your discretion. This means that you cannot discuses any of this with your family, other friends, or anybody else other then Randal or us, otherwise, I'll have to take drastic measure that we both won't like. Is that clear?" The alpha being very serious, intimidating, and was now looking at Patrick, through his eyes deep down in his soul using his ability to see the truthfulness of his answer."

"Yes alphas." Patrick answered, now being very uncomfortable in his seat and about to melt from the intense stare from the alpha.

"Patrick now that I know for certain, that we can depend on you, I need to have a private talk with Randal, please go upstairs with the other and they will instruct you on a few rules and stuff that you now have to obey by. They will be in human form, at my request, for the entire duration of your stay. I think that seeing a werewolf today might prove a bit overwhelming after all the stresses, you had so far including that unfortunate encounter. Patrick, your next encounter with a werewolf will be a friendly one, which I hope will make a good impression on you, so in due time you will see our true form. If Randal wants to tell you later about what we're going to talk about, I don't object. The reason I want you to leave is that I want Randal's one hundred percent attention. The stuff we'll talk about is vital for him, and he must understand everything to the letter. Now go!"

Patrick left his seat and went upstairs were a couple of members from the pack were sitting around the living room chatting, while taking a beer and eating junk food, a huge amount of junk food.

"This problem being clear out of the way... Randal, the first thing you should understand about us, is that we are like wolves and we're usually members of a pack structure with a hierarchy base on strength and power of will, but unlike wolves we also add intelligence to the equation. Basically the strongest, most motivated, and the most able wolf will eventually end up being the alpha. I will not lie to you this structure is sometime kept in order by violence, something that you'll get quite familiar with as you come to know us better. Your innerwolf will force you into that structure and you will like it. Your personality has probably started to change and will continue to change until your first moon. You probably have already started to be bolder, more irritable, aggressive, and not letting anybody step on your toes, that's your innerwolf at work. Your innerwolf is the wolf part of you that makes you act and behave like a werewolf. Now, don't worry about the violence, your innerwolf will be actively dealing with it and will know how to react. After your first moon your human side of the equation will have the task of keeping that wolf violence in check, especially when out among regular people, and your wolf side will help you find your way in the pack. For some it's quite easy for others it's more difficult and takes longer, usually the higher in rank you are the easier it is. This is very important because, without control over your wolf, I won't allow you to be in public again after your first moon until you get a hold of yourself... Not only that, but if your wolf side completely takes the control over your body, you run a high risk of turning into a direwolf. Now that being said, you should not worry too much about that, as only a few that are bitten ever turned into direwolf. It's usually the less stable personality. Your serial killer, harden criminal, and the like that end up that way. Your coming into the pack will..." and on and on...

The talk with the alphas when on for two and a half hour. Now back in the van returning home, they are accompanied only by Miss Fuller and the driver... "Randal, I'm giving you this special food card for your school cafeteria so that you can get as much food as you like from them without the risk of being turn away. The cards are given to the football team players since it's quite normal for them to eat more then other kids because of their intensive training and usually bigger size. Eventually you will get a lot bigger too, and will easily blend in. Has you know, a well feed werewolf is a happy werewolf, and we want to keep it that way. Right now, you are the only lycan in your school, but we have two keepers high up in the staff hierarchy that will help you if need be. This is their name, they will know about you by the time you return. I'm sure the alpha has already warned you about your physical ability, body needs, and requirements. At the risk of being boring and repetitive, I will often repeat these instruction so that you know them by heart. At all time be very careful with your strength not to hurt or kill anybody, and try not to attract attention to yourself as it could eventually prove fatal with all those hunters lurking around. They are very good at what they do, and you usually will never find out about their presence until it's too late. Also, here is a list of all the safe-house around the city where either werewolves and/or keepers are living. I want you to learn it, then destroy the physical list. In the wrong hands it could be deadly. We can provide you with other list for every part of the country that you may need if you ever travel."

"I will always have to get, and learn those list every time I go on a trip??"

"Unfortunately yes, I know, it's a hassle but it's the price to pay in order for you to live among humans, otherwise werewolves would become very easy picking for the hunters. Those houses have facilities that are very useful in order to conceal your presences and prevent hunters from tracking you. If you look on the list, there is one of those houses right across the street in front of your school. Every one of them is equipped with facility able to handle werewolves needs like extra food and the like. I would also urge you to use those facilities for your bodily waist since you now have the body of a werewolf which mean an increase metabolism and increase needs. Regular human facilities are just no longer able to handle how should I say... Your output."

"Yea" said Randal in shame and now looking at the ground flushing red while giving a small nervous laugh. "I already did have a bad experience this afternoon, and learn about that the hard way. I was wondering how to solve that problem, and was even considering going into the woods or something like that. Unfortunately, there is nothing of the like near the school."

"Randal, don't be ashamed about that, it's a subject that is only taboo to humans, they are the only ones having a problem with it. As a keeper I'm quite comfortable talking about pee and poop, its an integral part of your new culture. You are now part canine and as such you will have to deal with that. I'm not saying that your life will revolve around that subject, but smelling now being one if not your principal sense, it will definitively take some importance. For example female lycans will announces when they are in heat through the hormonal smell added to their urine. I've been told that it's quite aphrodisiac and alluring to male lycans, and will be something that you will experience during your full moon night. Also in the wild, pee and poop is often used by lycan to delimit their hunting territories from other packs. Note here that I'm talking about how it is in the wild, away from cities. Here among humans it's another story, you will have to make sure your human side prevent your wolf side from acting on instinct. Leaving any lycan trace in a city could prove deadly to you, your friends, your family, and your pack, because they are long-lasting traces that are unmistakably giving up your nearby presence to a hunter. In fact, they actively seek those traces, sometime with specially trained dogs. If you ever have to poop outside for any reason while in a city, call us right away after an incident if you're unable to take care of it your self, otherwise, go pick it up yourself as soon as possible. Having done emergency lycan waist cleanups, I know how unpleasant it can be, as the quantity is quite, how should I say, substantial, but if you are leaving your feces laying around your bound to attract deadly trouble. DON'T DO IT!"

"It feels so ridicule talking about how and where I should take a dump... Why is everything being so complicated. Damn, even something as simple as taking a little toilet break is complicated..."Randal letting out a long sigh... "Being a werewolf is definitively not a walk in the park..."

"Randal as I've said before this is part of your culture and what you are. Of course if lycan could come out to humans of the general population, it would all be much easier. But in the past, every time it's been attempted it has always ended up in a werewolf slaughter. Humans are just not able to cope with the knowledge that more powerful and intelligent beings are living among them. They are so used in being the apex predator of their environment that it just scares the hell out of them finding out that they are not. Today most of the population is no longer aware of your kind presences, but there are still groups descending from an ancient past that do make it a sport and a speciality, hating, and killing you guys. They are the hunters, and are not to be taken lightly."

"As an example. A few years ago, the hunters unfortunately found a way to easily isolate and target werewolves from humans in a crowded place using ultra loud ultra sound that only affected lycans. I will always remember that day, it was mass murder on a large scale, many both lycan and keepers were killed. An ill-conceived plan on their part was the only reason the general public did not find out about werewolves. They mainly targeted airports throughout the world, and that was the achillea heel of their plan and their downfall. We fortunately have people planted in some Washington high offices that were able to spin the story around, and make them look like an organized terrorist organization that had just done a terrorist attack on a large scale. In the end, their plan did backfire, and the hunters throughout the world ended up being hunted by every antiterrorist group like the FBI and the like."

"Now, I hope that you realize why we have to be so secretive about anything that is related to lycans. Hunters might be on the run from the law but they are still very much alive and active as an organization and might be even deadlier since that blunder as they are now even more careful and meticulous about their action. That is why even more so today, you have to be very careful of your action. To hunters, a werewolf pile of shit, carelessly left in a city environment is like a flashing neon sign signaling your presence. That is why the preferred alternative if you really have to go and are stuck away from a safe house is to use a secluded manhole that is part of the city sanitary system, or use a secluded spot on the side of a river as your waist will be carried away leaving no traces. As for your home we will give you and install everything that you will need, but that will have to wait until you tell your mother what you are."

"I see..."

"Please, just let me know when you finally tell your mom and are ready to receive the upgrade at home, I will arrange everything. One last thing, this is a thermos containing the liquid that the alpha did mention during your conversation. You will have to drink it tonight before going to bed. I've been told by other keepers that the taste is revolting and metallic akin licking a train." Miss fuller laughing a bit. "But it's not dangerous and based on the lotus flower. It will reveal, your true nature and let you meet your wolf side in person. Another effect of the potion will be the blockage of the direct mental link between you and your werewolf side, so that you won't be able to read each other mind while chatting, giving yourself the feeling of having a normal conversation with your wolf. I suggest that you don't skip on it as it will help you a lot, and you only have a few days left in order to get into harmony with that side of your personality, otherwise as the alpha told you, there is a possibility that you could turn into a direwolf, spelling your doom... Well, I'm done, and we're arriving at the parking lot. So, don't forget, if either one of you have questions, information or feel that there is an eminent danger to yourself, your love ones or the rest of the pack, call me anytime of the days or night on this number, that second number just under the first one is the number of the den that you can also call anytime. Any question?"

Both boys now looking at each other, having more then enough information to digest for now, just said no to the lady.

"Well then, Goodnight boys."

They both got out from the van, somewhat stuns from the whole experience. As the van left, they did resume their walk back home, but now with the added feeling of surrealism. "Wow Randal, what have you been talking about all that time with the alpha?"

"Well I've learned a lot of things about our kind. What I'm allowed to do and what I'm not. There was so much information, I don't know if I'll remember it all. For example, it seems that the origin of our kind was born in the mythical time of ancient Greece, and since the beginning we've always been chaperones by the keepers. Another interesting fact that I've learn, is apparently there are eleven dimensions in the world we live in. The four common dimensions, which are vertical, horizontal, depth, and time, and the other ones that are microscopic and folded upon themselves, never accessible or visible to you or me, but still part of our life. Well, it seems that werewolves, for some unknown reasons can, and do have access to one of those extra dimensions which is no longer microscopic for us. When we change shape that is where most of the bulk and mass are transmuted to and from. From what he told me, my body will only mutate once into its definitive wolf shape at my first moon, and it's going to be very painful because it's the first and only real physical change I'll ever go through. Once the mutation has taken place, my true shape after that, and for the rest of my life, will always be that of the wolf. It's a one way change cause by the injection into our human cells, of a foreign DNA that is many millions of times more complex then the regular already complex human DNA. After the injection of that foreign DNA into a human cell, it binds to the resident cell DNA at the molecular level, by adding a multitude of extra helixes in parallel and intertwined with the original one. The end result is a DNA molecule having many base pairs at each ladder of the DNA molecule instead of the original two connected together, elevating the number of possible combinations to the eight powers."

"Randal, you just lost me, I have no idea of what you're talking about... You're the geek here, and the only one taking interest into this kind of stuff. Please, simplify this explanation of yours or my head will explode..."

"O sorry Pat, let just say that the virus does make very complex changes to the human cells that are way passes the limit of our human understanding, and that the information injected into our cell increases the complexity of our DNA to the eight powers. In effect, I'm now more lycan then human as the lycan DNA is very dominant over the human one just by the sheer quantity of information it posses."

"Eight power??? What is the eight power???"

"It's something that you will soon learn in your in math classes. It's a number multiply by it self eight times. Human base pairs usually have 64 possible combinations. So taking that to the eight powers is multiplying 64 by itself 8 times. So a huge number of possibilities instead of the original 64 possible combinations."

"Helloooo, Randal... you are losing me again!"

"Ok, ok... Let just say that the lycanthropy virus increases the complexity of the human cell billions of time to a state that is beyond human comprehension. That is why there is no way we can be turns back. It's even suggested that this virus might be of extraterrestrial origin which is also my belief, while others that are more into religion tend to speculate that it's the work of god... Anyway, after a few days, once the integration is done in every cell of our body, they all begin to communicate with each other and that is how they can initiate the transmutation process. The scientists have yet to figure out the working behind that and how it interacts with the extra dimension, but that is the basic idea."

"So if I understand correctly, that virus does thing so complex to your body so that scientists might never be able to understand it, and it still a complete mystery as to how the new and improved cells are able to use an extra dimension. So if I follow you, then turning into a werewolf is like an evolution of the human species."

"Correct, and I believe it's one coming from outer space. "

"Did he explain how your body will be morphing between its shape?"

"Yes he did and contrary to the popular belief, I won't physically mutate back and forth between both species only my appearance will be transmutated meaning that you will only see the parts of my body that I will allow you to see. Think of it as a very sophisticated illusion. The wolf is always there, even if you only see my human form, that is were my super strength coming from. Right now I'm nothing but a sample of what I will become after my first moon. After that, it seems that I will be able to accomplish my transmutation at will, by hiding specific cells or parts of my body by phasing them in and out of that other dimension. But unlike regular illusions, the end result is quite real to someone like you unable to reach into that other dimension. If you were capable of seeing that dimension as well as the regular ones, I would always look the same. But since you can't, that is why lycans can pull this off. "

"Cells hidden into another dimensions???"

"Yea, it's kind of complicated to understand, in fact since I'm only fourteen, the alpha wanted to skim at first over that part. It's only after I told him that I knew about the eleven dimensions in the M theory, that he agreed to go into more detail about this. In fact he was quite surprised that a kid my age knew about that, lucky for me that I watch PBS*** on TV all the time. They had a documentary not so long ago that was about M theory and those extra dimensions."

"Randal... your not helping. Simpler... Please!"

Simpler, humm... Ok, Let me put it this way... Let say my real body is made up of three pieces. When you look at me you see all the three pieces. Now if I'm able to hide away two of the three pieces in an invisible dimension that is out of your reach. What you will then see is still my body but this time, composed of only one piece. To you, I will look quite different, but to me all the three pieces will still be there and I will still feel them. It's just that they will be invisible. What's more, and this is neat, is the fact that the earth gravity is not affecting the material in that hided dimension as much as the material in the other regular dimension. Meaning that the bulk of my werewolf body that is sent to that dimension when I'm in a human form is removed in part from my total weight. So in the case of my werewolf body, when I'll have one, what will be sent away when I'm in human shape is for example, my fur, parts of my teeth, and any cells in my body that are making me look like a werewolf, it will be transmuted in that dimension. So after my first moon I will always be in werewolf form, and there will be only parts of my body that will selectively be phased or transmuted from one dimension to another depending on the form I take. Remember, the wolf is always there, but you will only see what I want you to see. When I'm in human shape you will only be able to touch my human parts, so that I will look and feel to the touch like a real human. Same goes for the feral wolf shape and werewolf shape."

"Unfortunately, there are a few caveats in that system. For example, since that dimension is leaking some weight while in my human form, my weight in that form will be between five hundreds and a thousand pounds depending on my actual werewolf size, even though I'll be human in size and look. That could become a problem with my everyday living, I will always have to look at the sturdiness of a chair, bed, stairs, etc. before using them, but at least my strength will more then compensate so that I won't be bog down by the extra weight."

"When all my body will be transmuted back in our regular three dimensions or should I say when I'm in werewolf form, the default or real me, then my weight will be between two to five or more thousand pounds depending on my size which will not be related to my human size. Even though my human size will be a bit larger then average, I could be a small or a very large werewolf. I won't know my real werewolf size until I finish growing up at around twenty-one of age like most humans." While Randal was explaining his stuff, Patrick did notice that he was starting to speaks of humans as a different species.

"Although at my first moon they will have a pretty good idea what will be my adult size upon seeing my werewolf size as they can extrapolate that using the werewolf growth chart."

"The werewolf growth chart??" Patrick inquires.

"Yup, they have one of those it's like the human growth char but for werewolf" Randal said while laughing a bit at the fact that it really does exist, and had seen it."

"Another thing that is related to that, is the fact that usually we don't have specific control over what part of the body that is transmuted. Imagine a big dial where on the left it's written human at the top werewolf and on the right feral. In this system I can only influence the dial to where it points but I cannot influence the mechanical aspect that is under the hood."

"So you cannot only give yourself a tail and nothing else from the wolf?"

"Correct, I've been told that only very few werewolves have that ability to control which part of their body they want to change on command, but even for them, it seems that's a very very hard thing to do. For the great majority, it's a highly automated system with lots of safeguards to prevent internal injury to the body."

"One last thing that I have to be very careful about is those safeguards that the system has in place. Only the mater that is an integral part of my body can be transmuted to the other dimension. The stuff in my gut, including food, liquid, poop, ECT is NOT transmuted and cannot go into that other dimension. Even though I now posses a greatly increased stomach capacity under my human form compare to a regular human, it's nowhere even near the size of my stomach capacity in my werewolf or feral form. The big problem is not when I turn into a werewolf or feral, it's when I go the other way around. If I eat too much while I'm in my werewolf or feral form, I will be stuck in that form until the excess of food is either absorb or expel from my body, as the protection mechanism will stop me from injuring my self by blocking my shift back to human form. The same goes for the rest of my guts."

"Sound like you're lucky to have a system auto protecting himself, otherwise, one mistake and you could die from a horrific death."

"Well the alpha told me that manipulation of those safeguards is a favorite among hunter wanting to torture and kill a werewolf. They put him in a cage and starve him for weeks, then they introduce a great quantity of food like an entire deer or a human they want eliminated. When a werewolf is starving his stomach essentially, takes over the control of his mind like some kind of food lust, and he will binge on any available foods that are accessible until his stomach is full to bursting. That will bring his human mind back into control, then the hunter will shoot him with a medication that will remove the safeguard and force the transmutation back to his human form. He told me that werewolves tortured that way sometimes did dies a very painful death from the rupture of their stomach and guts, or it gave the poor beasts many hours of agony, because their internal repair mechanisms prevented them from dying. So they will repeat the cycle many time until death."

"O... What a terrible torture... Those hunters are just evil."

"Yes, it seems that some of them are and that we have to always be on our guard, you included, as you are now regarded as werewolves sympathizers... So, two things to remember from that. First, if I ever go hungry or starve, it will be very difficult to prevent my wolf side from doing the unthinkable like eating the nearest source of food available. So if I ever get stuck into a situation where I'm starving for over a week, then feed me before doing anything else, your life will depend on it. Second, if I ever want to binge on something when I'm in a werewolf form, I must first make sure that I have a safe place to hide cause it could take a while before I'm able to change back. Were not talking days here because of the fast werewolf digestive system, but the few hours it takes, if unprepared, could prove fatal in an urban setting."

"Ok, so always feed the werewolf and never let you starve, got it." Patrick said sarcastically.

"Pat, this is serious don't take it lightly. I don't expect that it will ever happen but still, it's something that you should know. I'm no longer the little weak and peaceful Randal that you used to know, I'm a huge vicious and powerful monster that only will be kept grounded by its feeble half human will, don't forget it."

"Ok ok... I was just lightning up the mood by having some fun at your expanse."

"Pat, on a bad day, that could kill you or worst, send you into my stomach... So be careful ok... So, you want to lighten up the mood? Well, then... I can tell you about some of the positive side from being a lycan. I will have a life expectancy of a few hundred years. I will be able to run faster then a car. I will have improved sense of smell, vision, earing. I also will have improved physical ability, and be resistant to all known pathogens. Sex is also something that is affected as well. I was told that my sexual ability will be greatly increased and enhance even tho I'm only fourteen."

"Increased sexual ability... I'm in... I want to be turned into one like you, where do I sign!" Patrick said while laughing.

"O no, no, no you really don't want to... There is a great risk involved. It's like russian roulette and by sheer luck I was a winner, be a looser and your dead. It seems that my odds of becoming a werewolf after being bitten were only 23%, while my odds of dying were 60%, then there is the 2% possibility of turning directly into a direwolf, and finally there are 15% of people were the virus does nothing on the first bite, but on every subsequent bite it back to zero and still the 60% chance of death. Those odds of becoming a werewolf can be increases if you're positive to a specific blood test but it's still 60% chance that you'll die. Only those who are born from two lycan parents are lycan by default without the death risk. Do you really want to chance your life and try to become one of us, knowing that you've got greater chance to be death then alive from the process? I know I got lucky but given the choice, there is no way I've would have taken it."

"Yea... Put that way, I'm not so sure anymore." Patrick laughing a bit... "Not only that, but remember what I said about the excruciating pain on the first true physical transformation. I'm really not looking forward to that part. Also, there are also other weird side effects. Since the bite, my body has started to changed in preparation for the werewolf transformation, apparently that is why I'm eating so much as a human. After the first transformation since my physical body will be that of a werewolf, I will need to consume what is need for a two to five thousand's pound body that will always be there, even though invisible in my human form, but I was told that I will do most of the eating I my werewolf form. It's more efficient, and the portion will not look extraordinary compared to my size. As I told you before, the same goes for the bodily function, imagine a four thousand-pound werewolf using a regular human toilet... Right away you can see the impossibility. Since in my human form is only somewhat similar to an illusion, I will still have that same bulky werewolf body, hided behind the scene, that is why I will need special facilities to do my deed. So those are some of the price to pay to be a werewolf and live among humans. It's more complicated for me now, but hey, it's no choice as there is no cure for lycanthropy... Anyway, we'll continue talking about this tomorrow. Like me, I'm sure you have tons of things to study for tomorrow final exams. So see you tomorrow. I will drink that stuff and let you know how my wolf looks like. Bye"

"See you tomorrow morning Randal, same hour same channel!" Patrick laughing a bit as his lame joke, as they both went into their separated houses.

** Physical education acronym, usually pronounce fzed *

** ** Goodal the last name of the gym teacher. **

*** PBS, a tv channel in the US. The letters are a short for public broadcasting services.