Hey, Story number two, I don't own Suite Life of Zack and Cody. And for his werewolf look, just think of the Harry Potter movie, which I also don't own.

I'm Zack Martin and I have a secret. Even now, as I think these thoughts, I can feel my secret bubbling to the surface. I can't tell anyone what exactly it is, why I have to slip off to the park outside the Tipton once a month, why I come back with scratches and bruises, and why many a tourist going for a walk at night have ran back to the Tipton screaming their head off. I hear a beating drum and my eyes dilate as I look up at the Full Moon. I know that the transformation has begun, the second time for me.

I yell in pain as my hands and fingers grow into paw like appendages adorned with claws. My ears stretch and form a point, only adding to my misery. My legs crack out of socket and reposition and enlarge to elevate my height. I scream in agony as my face lengthens into an animal snout. My teeth elongate into sharp fangs. My spine curves and snaps until I'm lying on the ground wheezing in pain. Suddenly my screams turn to howls, my vision looses all sense of color and I can instantly hear people talking off in the distance. I rear up on my two legs and get a sense of myself. I take a look at myself in a nearby pond, realizing by a rough estimate I was about 7 feet tall. I turned away from my reflection, disgusted with myself. Then, slowly, the blood lust came. My eyes felt ready to explode out of my skull. I bared my teeth, I knew I no longer had control of myself. I dropped on to all fours and ran, towards the people talking in the distance. I hated this, I knew something bad was about to come of tonight.

---Tipton, Next Day---

I strolled into our room, mom was making breakfast and Cody was reading,

"And just where were you this morning?" Mom said as soon as I got into through door.

"I got up early and went down to take care of Max."

Another lie. Max was a "Puppy" I'd found in the park and "took care of".

"Well, alright then." She said with an odd look on her face. I walked past Cody, towards our room.

�� As I closed the door I could hear someone in the front room talking, one bonus of my, well, condition I guess. It was Cody, and he was walking towards me. I think I could smell how nervous he was. He walked through the door and boy did he look jumpy.

"Hey Zack, I…I know why you've been sneaking out at night."

Oh, boy, just great. "Why's that Cody?"

"It's 'cause your doing drugs isn't it." Oh, man, so close I thought.

"Uh, no, and I don't know what your talking about, Sneaking out? Madness." I said, hoping he wouldn't catch on, and cursing the fact that he was the smart one.

"O.K. But sooner or later Mom's gonna catch on to you leaving at night." Oh crap, one look at his face and I knew he was gonna tell. "Wait, Please, don't tell." I pleaded, giving him my best puppy dog face which had greatly improved in authenticity.

"Fine, but if you keep coming home with those scratches on you,�I'm coming clean."

"Thank you, thank you Cody." I said on my knees.

As he left I realized he had figured out I've been leaving for the full moon,�and he saw my scratches after just two times, I'd�definitely need to be more careful.

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So, you like, yes, no, maybe? Should I Elaborate on the werewolfy aspect? Reviews appreciated.