The Moonwalkers

The story

Mom started telling us how Charles found out she was a werewolf.
Every month during the full moon, Mom would somehow slip away for the night and take cover in the nearby forest, hunting whatever animals there. Then when Charlene and Chris turned out to be werewolves too, they went with her.
"Question," I cut in. "How on earth did those animals even reproduce properly if people like Chris goes hunting there?"
"I restricted him from killing mothers or anything too young," Mom explained. "It was our only way. We werewolves need to hunt."
"Is that why you asked me that the other day, Chris?" I frowned.
"Yes," Chris sighed. "You still don't feel like hunting now?"
I hesitantly shook my head. "N-No... I don't."
"You might in the future," Charlene said before turning to Mom. "Mom, continue."
So she managed to sneak out every month during the full moon, except when she was pregnant.
"We aren't able to transform during pregnancy," Mom explained. "It isn't suitable for the baby."
Mom managed to escape during her pregnancies and didn't need to sneak out once. It was only recently did Charles smell a rat when she insisted on leaving at night, even when it was their anniversary. She had told him that she was going to work, but Charles being Charles, suspected her of cheating and decided to follow her to see where she was going. To his surprise, she went straight to the forest, meeting with Charlene and Chris, minutes before nightfall.
He started shouting at them, and eventually, Mom began yelling too. Her eyes started glowing and eventually, the full moon kicked in, transforming her into a full werewolf.
It seems he screamed his heart out and fainted on the spot.
And that's how he got to know that his entire family were werewolves.
"I don't know why he left us," Mom started to sob. "We didn't hurt him once!"
"He's an idiot," Chris deadpanned. I couldn't help but snort at that. "And a coward."
"He says I'm a monster," Mom said, her voice quivering. "I. Am. Not. A. Monster!"
Ironically, her voice started turning monstrous. Her eyes began glowing yellow, and her face started growing feral.
"Uh oh..." Charlene gulped, holding onto Mom's shoulders. "Mom, calm down. Easy, there."
Chris decided to step in too. I had nothing else to do and did the same as well. Well, more like I just watched. Charlene was massaging Mom's head.
"Easy..." Charlene crooned. "Everything's alright. There... there..."
Seems like she has done this many times before.
"Do you do this often?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Mom did this to me when I freaked out during my first transformation," Charlene chuckled.
"Then why didn't you guys do this for me?" I frowned.
Chris smacked my shoulder. "We tried, but you fainted before we could."
Well, he's got a point. I did freak out so much. I practically got a panic attack.
Mom eventually relaxed and became normal, silently sobbing instead.
"I think the two of you should go," Charlene said, looking at me and Chris. "I'll take care of Mom."
Is she serious? We can't just leave her like that!
"But Char, we can't just leave Mom while she's..." Chris chimed in, voicing my thoughts.
"Chris," Charlene said more firmly. "You two go. I'll take care of Mom."
The two of us had no choice but to leave. I went to my room, changed into pyjamas, and removed my makeup before going downstairs to put the food away.
To my surprise, Chris was already on it, with most of the food going down the hatch instead of the fridge. I ended up joining in and snacked while watching TV with him. After all, we didn't really eat much despite being the hosts of the party.
"Why did this stupid Charles have to come and ruin the mood?" I complained as I chomped on a cookie.
"Because he's an idiot," Chris frowned, stuffing his face with finger food. "He thought he could get custody of you, but then you turned out to be one of us. By the way, welcome to the pack." He stuck his hand out for me to shake.
I snorted, shaking his hand in an exaggerated manner. "Thanks. Does our pack have a name?"
"It does," Chris smirked, gesturing his mini pizza outwards. "We are called... The Moon Walkers."
That's a funny name.
I snorted. "Whose idea was this?"
"It was Mom's," Chris shrugged.
I smirked. "I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Does our pack Moonwalk every time during the full moon?"
Chris gave me a deadpan look. "Seriously?"
"What, I'm just asking!" I reasoned.
Chris sighed. "It's because we prowl the streets to find anyone in need. We prey on anyone who hurts the innocent."
I gulped. "P-Prey?"
"No, we don't eat them, if that's what you mean," Chris rolled his eyes. "What I mean is, we give them a lesson."
"As in...?" I gulped again. "You guys... kill them?"
Chris quickly shook his head. "No!"
"Then?"
"We just scare them away and save the victims," Chris ended. "We don't kill anyone, Charlie. If we do, that's a bad name for us werewolves."
I relaxed. "Oh... that's it? So we just growl and stuff to scare them?"
"Not just growl, we sometimes have to scar them to remind them of their mistake. Sometimes, they even end up surrendering themselves to the police, fearing that we'll come back for them."
"Oh wow..." I couldn't help but say. "But... you only do this to bad people, right?"
"Yes," Chris nodded. "Especially the ones that hurt the innocent."
I nodded. "Are we the only werewolves in this pack?" I couldn't help but ask.
"There aren't many werewolves in this town, even in the last. Even if they are, they're from a different pack. We have our own pack, just us."
"Oh wow," I chuckled. "So what was last night? My initiation to your secret club?"
"Not really," Chris stuffed an entire sausage into his mouth. "It was just the confirmation. We were gonna tell you that we were werewolves anyway, even if you weren't one yourself. We know you'd accept us nonetheless."
"I would've," I smiled, but it quickly turned upside down. "But still... you guys should've done this earlier. I would've freaked out if I saw three werewolves walk into my room, claiming to be you guys."
"Like you didn't already do that last night," Chris rolled his eyes. "And you were a werewolf too!"
"Well, yeah!" I frowned. "Imagine looking into the mirror and seeing a feral werewolf instead!"
Chris gave me a deadpan look. "I have more experience as a werewolf than you."
I just shook my head. "If only I was there to see your reaction."
"It didn't happen at home," Chris frowned. "If it did, I might've destroyed the whole house!"
I smirk. "As if you don't already do that every day."
Chris growled and started shaking me. "You would've broken something too if we didn't come in!"
I frowned. It was true after all. I could actually feel myself going berserk last night. Shudder to think what would've happened if I was left alone.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I sighed. "I really did freak out..."
"Well, who wouldn't?" Chris shrugged. "Like I said, it was a good thing it didn't happen at home. I might've destroyed a bunch of things. You would've too if we didn't come in time."
I chuckled and agreed. "Yeah, yeah. Ya don't have to rub it in."
We heard footsteps behind us and saw Charlene come down the stairs, now dressed in pyjamas. She smiled and joined us.
"How's Mom?" I asked as she sat down on the armchair and grabbed some finger food from the plate in front of us. "Is she still sad?"
"A little," Charlene sighed, taking a bite. "But she's better now."
Chris grimaced. "Why did that idiot have to come ruin things?"
"He literally ruined the mood," I nodded in agreement. "I feel bad for Mom..."
Charlene nodded. "Me too... she doesn't actually want this divorce. But Charles..."
"She'll be better off without him," Chris added. "But yeah, I get what you mean."
I frowned. "Doesn't he remember all those great times we had together? Or did Mom's werewolf gene make him blind?"
"That's just how people are," Charlene frowned, shrugging a shoulder. "They only see your negative points, even if you have done so much good."
Chris suddenly raised his hand. "I have a suggestion to cheer Mom up."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I see what you're getting at," Charlene grinned.
"Yeah!" Chris beamed.
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked, making them give me mischievous grins.