You hated dogs. It didn’t help when you got bitten by a big ass dog two weeks ago. You had gotten it checked out, but something was off. Your teeth were sharper, you had claws. You were growing fur in places, not to mention that your hearing and smell was amplified.

You lay on your bed, writhing as the change took hold, turning you into a werewolf. John walks into your room after hearing your whines, stopping in his tracks as soon as he lay his eyes on your painful transformation.