My breath feels hot on my hands. I stare at them in disbelief. My fingernails stretch and yellow, turning into razor-sharp claws...My bones crack and squelch as they rearrange themselves, and I find myself on all fours...a deep rumble erupts from my furry throat as I instinctively growl in pain....Hrrrnnggggg....the tranformation.....My eyes glow redder than blood and I scratch at the dirt ground....Don't. Touch. Her. The bullies go pale like aseen a ghosts... they drop their pipeses they was gonna hit me with and they lips all quiver and they cry...I leap 50 feet and land on the first one, he is tall and has a beard like my step-father michael. I tear out his throat with my sharpend fangses...blood stains my maw as I look up to the moon and howel. I turn to my babe and use my snout to push the rest of the prey towards her...this is for you darling....