Moonlit Revenge

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Following Morning

Sunday, March 29th, 2020, 9:38 AM.
My House, Pleasantdale.

My eyes opened in a slow crawl, and I felt oddly cold, goosebumps occupying a large majority of my skin. My limbs were put into a stretch, and I was shivering from how cold I felt. There was still a little pain leftover from last night, but it was manageable. After a little while of stretching, I noticed something that startled me a bit.

I'm...

Naked.

I immediately looked at my door to see if it was closed, and thankfully, it was. That would've been embarrassing. I couldn't help but notice that the blinds were closed and that the clothes from what happened last night were gone, most likely put in the laundry. I put on some daytime clothes, exited my room, and looked at the mirror in my bathroom. As expected, I was back to my normal, human self. I looked at where my tail used to be, and obviously, it wasn't there. For some odd reason, I thought I still had my tail. But I'm guessing that's what happens when you become a werewolf for the first time; when you revert back to your normal self the next morning, that's where the weird stuff happens. You think you still have a tail, you become cold due to your fur not existing anymore, your senses become crappier, you probably get it by now.

I then went to my living room after a while of me inspecting my body, and I saw my mom on the couch. She noticed me immediately.

"Oh hi, good morning. May I talk to you for a moment? You're not in trouble." Mom said as she greeted me.

"Ok?" I replied, sitting on the couch with her.

"It's about last night." Mom said.

I already knew what she was talking about. This should be an interesting discussion.

Last night.

I painfully remembered everything that happened last night.

Mom > "So I came home at like 1:30 in the morning,"

Me > "Yeah,"

Mom > "And I decided to come and check on you to see if you were sleeping, and instead walked into something rather weird and bizarre."

Me > "Can you provide more information?"

Mom > "You weren't there. Instead of you sleeping on your bed, I saw some animal with yellow spots sleeping on your bed. It looked like a cross between some sort of dog and a fox."

Me > "That's very odd."

Mom > "I know right? If you weren't sleeping on your bed and the animal I saw was instead sleeping on your bed, where were you?"

Me > "No no, I was in my room."

Mom > "Wait, you were?"

Me > "Yes I was."

Mom > "Ok, wherein your room?"

Me > "Sleeping on my bed."

Mom > "Wait, what? So you're saying that the animal sleeping on your bed was... you?"

Me > "Yup, that's me."

There was a long pause that ensued the moment I said those three words. I could tell that my mom was trying her damn hardest to process everything that I had confirmed with her. She was trying, and I mean TRYING to understand and make sense of how the animal sleeping on my bed was me. After what felt like an hour had passed by (when only a minute or two had passed), my mom had finally taken in and fully processed what I had said to her.

"Hard to believe, but I guess that explains why there was a pile of your pajamas on your floor and why your blinds were left wide open." Mom shrugged.

"Wanna know why they were left open?" I asked her.

"Yes." She responded

Me > "Apparently, I was just about to go to bed when I had the weird idea of me opening my blinds, and when I opened them, I saw a full moon outside my window. I'm guessing you know what happens next."

Mom > "Let me guess. You become a werewolf, huh?"

"Yeah, basically. I'm glad you weren't here last night, because holy shit the transformation was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life; there was lots of screaming and crying. I thought I was going to die." I explained to her, rubbing my shoulder and looking to the side nervously.

"Oh dear... are you ok right now? Do you still feel any pain?" Mom asked, worried about me as every other mom would.

Me > "Only a slight bit, but besides that I'm ok. Plus, during my time being a werewolf, something has led me to believe that the blow-darting incident is somehow connected to this."

Mom > "Ok I thought we were going to let the whole blow-darting thing go and move on from it, and now you are bri-"

Me > "Mom, please! I'm not trying to use the incident as some sort of scapegoat for what happened last night! I can't help that-"

Mom > "Jimmy, calm down. I understand why you think or suspect that the incident has caused you to become some werewolf with glowing yellow spots, but, we never truly know what caused the whole werewolf thing last night until we find out."

Me > "Yes mom, I know. Also, by the way, did the police catch the person who blow-darted me yet?"

Mom > "Not yet, unfortunately."

Me > "I hope that the police find him and arrest him. He needs to be stopped."

From that point forward, me and my mom made plans on how to prevent me from becoming a werewolf in the future. I made reminders on my phone to check the weather and moon phases every day. We decided that it would be a no-brainer idea to not go out on nights where there was a full moon. Later tonight we experimented to see if a UV-resistant pocket umbrella would prevent me from transforming, and surprisingly, it worked. After that, I let myself get exposed to the full moon to prove that I really was a werewolf, getting the same exact mysterious feeling that I experienced when I first became a werewolf, and slowly transformed into a were-Umbreon. To my surprise, the transformation this time was a lot less excruciating than last night, but was still pretty painful. As I was expecting, my mom was speechless at what she saw with her eyes. Me being a werewolf meant that my life would become very different.

Very, very different.

Life changingly different.