The Moonwalkers

Damage Control

"Chris?" I called as I entered the room.
"What do you want now?" Chris barked, his voice gruff.
"Chris, please, I'm sorry if I was the one who started the fight," I said, going over to him. "I promise you, I didn't mean to. I don't even remember what happened!"
Chris turned to me in surprise. "What?" His voice sounded normal now. "You don't remember?"
I shook my head truthfully. "No..."
Chris frowned slightly and turned his chair to face me. I decided to take a seat on his bed too.
"What actually happened?" I asked.
Chris shrugged. "You burst out of your room, acting like King Kong, and nearly ran out the front door."
"Oh my..." I gasped. "Why? Oh no... I wanted to stay in my room the whole time! Why did I come out?"
"Beats me," Chris shrugged. "I tried to pull you back in, but you were too strong, so I had to transform to match your strength. You somehow ran off to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whatever sauce and used my head to break it."
"Oh no... Chris, I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, whatever. After that, I tried to pull you back to your room to lock you in, but you hit me with a pillow so hard that the insides got ripped out. You left a nice masterpiece of cotton all around the house, especially in the living room."
"Yeah, I just finished cleaning that up," I sighed, instinctively starting to tie my hair up, only to realise that I didn't have a hair tie on me. "What else did I do? Again, I'm very sorry for this, Chris."
"Yeah, but that's not even the worst part," Chris went on. "Char came in right when I was trying to smack some sense into you. You fainted when I pushed you to the wall, I don't know why, I didn't even push you that hard. She came right when that happened and started shouting at me for it. So here I am."
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Chris," I groaned. "Does this normally happen? Or is my wolf really that unruly?"
Chris shrugged. "Fresh werewolves usually do have some trouble controlling themselves, I had some trouble myself. It was a good thing that Da— Charles wasn't home at the time since he was out with you."
"Oh..." I nodded. "Gosh, it must've been so hard for you guys to hide stuff from him."
"Yeah, and I broke his favourite mug too," Chris sheepishly stated. "Mom quietly threw it away before he noticed."
Oh yeah, I remember that. Charles even refused to have coffee the next morning since his mug was missing. We had to get a new one that day.
"So that's where it went," I smirked before turning back to Chris with an apologetic frown. "I'm so sorry, Chris." I got up and went over to hug him. "Does your head still hurt?" I asked, rubbing his head even though I wasn't sure where he was even hurt.
Chris sighed and gently pushed me away. "A little. But it's fine. It wasn't really your fault too, I'm the one who told you to let it out in the first place, anyway."
"You were just trying to help," I smiled. "Come on, Char's making dinner. It's almost time for Mom to come home too."

I somehow managed to convince Charlene that whatever that happened wasn't Chris's fault at all. She believed me, especially when I told that it all happened because of me.
"And you blamed me," Chris pouted. "Mean of you, Char, especially since you know what it's like to be a werewolf."
"I guess it happens," Charlene sighed. "It's understandable. I trashed my room without realising once too. Charles thought I was throwing a tantrum because of my failed exam!"
Nuts! My room! Without a word, I abandoned the two of them and ran up to my room. I stared in horror at what I had done, or what Wolfie had done, at least.
My pillow was torn to shreds, my bedspread was tattered. It was a good thing that most of my stuff remained untouched, save for the stuff in front of my vanity. Well, the bottle of deodorant was fine, I was more concerned for the perfume.
I guess it was a good thing I kept it back in its box after every use since I thought the box looked cute. Doing that saved my expensive perfume.
I went back downstairs and sighed as I sat down on the dining chair again, mourning over my shredded pillow and sheets.
"Charlie, what happened?" Chris asked.
"My bedsheet, my blankets..." I murmured. "My pillow is in shreds!"
"Oh no..." Charlene groaned. "Never mind, we have a few extra pillows, you can use that."
"I have an extra blanket too," Chris added. "I can give it to you later."
I nodded. "Thank you."
Mom came in right then and stopped short when she spotted me dolefully sitting at the table. "What happened?" She asked.
"Charlie went feral earlier and nearly ran into the streets," Charlene said. "Chris managed to stop her, but now she's sad because she accidentally trashed her room."
"I ripped my bedsheets and pillow," I added. "Best part, I don't remember any of it."
Mom chuckled and sat herself down in front of me. "That's normal, honey. Don't think too much of it. It's because the full moon is nearing."
I nodded. "Yeah... I can tell. Will it happen again?"
"Not if you take control," Mom smiled assuringly. "This didn't happen at school, right?"
"No, only after I got home," I said. "I started transforming again when I got home so I decided to just let it out. But then it backfired..."
"That's normal," Mom nodded understandingly. "Anyway, what's for dinner?"
"Yesterday's risotto, Mom," Charlene said. "There's plenty left so why not."
Mom grinned and washed up before seating herself down to eat with us. The risotto tasted just as good as it did last night, maybe even better than it was freshly cooked. It was a good thing that the dish had a generous amount of meat, my cravings are getting a little stronger. I really need to keep Wolfie suppressed so that I won't go wild again. Now that I think about, I do remember a few things that I did earlier.
Like ripping the pillow and breaking the Worcestershire bottle on Chris's head. Gosh, now it's gonna haunt me forever...

My phone decided to compile all of the great memories I had three years ago on the same date as today and processed it into a painful video before handing it back to me. We were so happy back then, spending the week in a beach chalet with Charles even hosting a barbecue party with just the five of us. We were a happy family, how could the one fact that we were werewolves make him forget all of that.
I was the closest with him, even standing right beside him as he grilled homemade sausages and pork chops with honey. The taste was refreshed in my mind, making my mouth water just at the memory of it. He even let me brush the honey onto the meat while it grilled. I was his favourite daughter.
It still baffles me how he could just change, change at the only reason with us being werewolves. It's not like we had become meaner and tried to attack anything, no. We were just the same people he loved, just in a different form.
But I couldn't help but feel for Mom. I read somewhere that wolves are so loyal to their mates that they could actually end up with a heartbreak if their mate leaves them. Of course, I'm not sure how true this story is, but I can tell that even regular wolves get heartbroken when their mate leaves them, let alone werewolves...
A tear escapes my eye. The divorce hearing is next month, all of us would have to go to court and face Charles. I'm sure he'd fight with all his might to get away from us, leaving Mom more heartbroken than she already is. It's like he's just drifting further and further away from being the great dad he once was.
Well, I'd rather have no father than one that doesn't even accept me for who I am. What's the point? It would feel like I'm walking on eggshells every time I take a step. I guess it's for the best that my parents are being separated. The circumstances would only be worse if we still live with him.
I smile to myself as I closed my eyes to sleep. The full moon is only one night away.