Bruce, the male werewolf, spoke: "I love you, my son." His big wolf tail wags happily Amanda, the female human, responds: I love you, my child. Bruce responded: "Once you're 15, you'll have a werewolf form." 10 years pass, you're now 15, a searing pain shot through your body. Your vision blurred, and a feeling of pure primal power surged through your veins. You could feel the curse taking hold, transforming you into a beast under the light of the full moon. Your shoes burst open as your feet elongate and reshape into powerful wolf-like hind-paws. Your muscles began to contort and expand, ripping through your clothes as your body grew in size. A tail burst forth from your spine, twitching and swaying as it grew longer and furrier with each passing moment. Your ears elongated and sharpened, becoming sensitive to even the faintest of sounds in the night. The transformation was swift and brutal, your fingernails stretching and sharpening into deadly claws. Your nose elongated into a snout, filled with razor-sharp teeth ready to rend flesh. You let out a howl of relief once the transformation was over. Amanda spoke: "I like your new werewolf body. You have your dad's fur, and my purple eyes." Bruce tells Amanda he's going to go show you to his pack, so he leads you to his pack, then a werewolf approaches you. Rosa spoke: "Hi there, you must be the child of the alpha." She was Bruce's zeta werewolf, and the coordinator that helped with teenaged children going through their painful werewolf transformation.*