He lost control. His thoughts were going to nothing but pure rage and hatred. His huge, wide spaced yellow eyes glowed in a harsh blood red light, thinning out into a sharper, more deadly field of vision. His large, transformed head tilted up to the black sky, where only Luna was shining in her full natural beauty. Letting out an ear piercing howl that can be heard for miles on end; sending fear into the hearts of any creature that even remotely heard it. His movements were quick and ravenous as his sharp fangs bared in the moonlight, before his maw turned a bright amber, the colour of a flame. The flame growing larger, into a sphere and then into a beam. And he let it go. A shot of fire pelting towards the dull house, engulfing it in smoke and flames, burning the creatures imprisonment in its path. Another howl arose from his lungs, out of his long muzzle as he began his escape, pounding with his heavy paws into the direction of the nearby forest, the one he would now call home. Leaving the house, and its occupants, behind him to turn into ashes.

A month earlier…

"Meeeeemmma!"

A wail came out from a nearby long grass patch, from a newborn cub Zorua named Lupus. He was a mere few hours old, after hatching from his egg. His parents around him, taking care of him. So precious. They loved him dearly, their first child out of hopefully many. He was just a normal Zorua, his fur a little ruffled and his bright blue eyes glinting with innocence. The parents were very, very proud.

"Yes Lupy loo?"

His mother responded with a smile, going over to him slowly on all fours and nuzzling her newborn, treasuring his existence. But before he could answer…

"HELPPPPPPPPPPPP!"

A shriek of agony followed from further in the north of the forest, causing the furry fox families ears to perk up in alert.

"What was that?!"

The proud father exclaimed, turning from a four-legged quadruped to a two-legged biped, his chest puffed out. He was a known fighter in the forest: led a Zoroark pack and now a father of who he hopes can be the successor of the pack when he is eventually slain.

He didn't realize that his deathbed… Was here and now

Rustling was audible all around the family, twigs snapping and leaves being stomped into the ground through the brushes that inclose the land of the Zoroark's. Something. Or someone. Was circling around them.

"Lydia! Get back with Lupus!"

The father growled back, his eyes closing on the noise, pinpointing the hidden creature. But there was two different sounds. Going opposite ways and meeting at two points, one in front and one behind the valiant fox. He couldn't react in time as two black furred, muscular and hungry wolves burst out of the brush like the speed of light. One either side, cornering and trapping the fighter together, noticing he was the real threat, the only entity to stop an easy and successful kill.

*Who the Arceus are you?!"

The Zoroark questioned; showing no fear and no emotion. He never got a reply. The two wolves launching at him suddenly in a timed attack.

"Run!"

The last words he spoke as within seconds, his body laid on the floor. His underbelly red, for he had passed to the afterlife.

"NOOO!"

Lydia was in tears, seeing her beloved husband falling on the dirt with his last agonized breath. And then the wolves turned on the other two. Lupus was oblivious to his father's death and eating some grass, and Lydia was paralyzed in fear. The first of the two prowled in front and towards their prey. His mustard coloured eyes locking onto the innocent cub. The claw marks on his right shoulder, no ordinary one, for the two wolves were Lycanthropes. And the Alpha was a descendant of the mighty wolf god Lycaon.

"Leave him alone!"

Lydia cried out between her little whines of fear. The lycans revel in fear. And before she could move, she felt a claw glide down her back, her fur opening up and her skin bared. Her scream was nothing more than memorable, drumming into the cubs brain.

"Meema?"

"Run Lupus! Run!"

Another scream followed, but cut short, Lydia being torn to pieces in front of the sons wide spaced, innocent eyes, tarnishing his memory with every second that's past. Lupus turns to his left to see the Alpha.

"Father?"

He called out, not knowing any different. Until the claw rained down…

The full moon approaches…

"ARRRGGGHHH!"

Lupus awoke with a start, a shock of electric sent coursing into his neck. The way Lupus had woken up for the last week.

"Get up hound"

A human in a dark brown waistcoat and ripped skinny jeans stepped forward and chucked a slice of raw steak through the cold cage bars of which Lupus was imprisoned into.

"Fuck…You…"

Lupus glared up to him, staring him down, before he screamed again, another shock wave sent

"I thought you would learn by now beast"

The human kneeled down in front of the cage, and Lupus

"You are nothing but an experiment. Now eat, so we can test again"

Lupus growled in response, not taking his glowing eyes off the human as his head sank down to eat his most likely only piece of food for the day. Lupus had changed since the attack, he had evolved into a Zoroark like his parents were but he was far from ordinary. The lycanthropic genes altering his body, his tail thinner, his muzzle longer and wider, with his fangs sharper. His eyes had changed from the soft blue tint to a harsh yellow glow, replicating his infector. After waking up, he had ventured off into a human village, and was spotted by some humans who happily took him in. But then once his lycan genes came though, he was headed to the PMWC (Pokemon Mutations and Weapons Centre) and had been an experiment ever since.

The scientists were smart. Lupus had an electronic tag on him, a shock collar and was locked in a sturdy steel cage. But they forgot one minor detail. Which would be a major mistake. The roof. There was a small chunk out of it, a slate missing. It didn't seem that much of an issue. Except for the fact that around 10PM that night… The moon hanged between the gap, the ray of moonlight directly hitting the sleeping Werezoro. He growled a little bit as he awoke, the light in his eyes. He looked up and saw it, shining. His mind had flashbacks of that night, and all that had happened in his short dismal life. He couldn't help himself but let out a little howl, his body doing it for him. And soon he began to change. He kneeled down in a grunt of pain as his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on his breathing. His fur started to shed away, replacing with a strong black coated fur. His claws became longer, and one split into two, making him a four clawed beast. His body broadened out, his legs lengthening, making him a pure quadruped. His snout growing longer, his face puffing out. and then he opened his eyes, bloodshot and angry, howling up in the gap.

Then he lost control…