I kept a close eye on her the next day, aided by her blood. She was brought to school by her mother overly bandaged I thought; after all I had only nicked her. She ate with some friends at lunch; which was pizza and not meat; and she half-heartedly discussed with them where they were going to go that night. She didn't even spot me looking. The little kid, Tom, was unfortunately still following me, talking incessantly, and finding me almost as soon as I had gotten away from him. I considered changing to scare him off but I had a strange feeling that might encourage him.

After I had fainted, my mum had found me and rushed me straight to hospital. The doctors bandaged me up and pronounced the scratches clean and already healing, and I didn't even have to miss any school. My life seamed to be getting back to normal after the fever dream of the last few days. The boy was still there though, the one reminder of my temporary insanity, and he was following me. I dismissed him; he couldn't do anything in public, what could he do anyway; nothing, no need to be worried.

After school she went to a club. One of those ones that look like someone's dropped a grey brick in-between two buildings. Loud music pumped out into the street and people were constantly walking in and out. It was possibly the worst place for a first change, too many witnesses, too many people who could get hurt and only one visible entrance, the place had disaster written all over it, literally. That was the club's name, Disaster. I stayed outside, if seeing me triggered her first change, the results would be terrible and I would be blamed.

The club was packed. Rock music, dancing, flashing coloured lights, everything you needed to have fun. So why did I feel so sad and alone when surrounded by hundreds of people having such a good time. My friends were all dancing and all I was doing was sitting at a table drinking a coke.

"Common Jacky join the party." One of my friends lifted me out of the chair and pushed me onto the dance floor giggling.

I didn't dance. I moved through the dancing throng like a ghost ignored and ignoring. Finally I came to a window set high in the wall, a tiny sliver of moonlight, all that was left of the crescent moon, peaked through. Then it vanished, the moon becoming a dark circle in the sky. Time seemed to slow. The lights flashed red making everything the colour of blood. The music throbbed in time to my pulse. Then I changed.

Everyone was so small I wondered what had happened to them and why they were looking at me like that. I looked down at my arm; it was too large, far too hairy couldn't be mine. My arm didn't have six inch claws coming out the end.

I wanted to run, to stop the people from staring at me. 'Why were they staring, what's so special about me?' My confused brain thought. There was a scream and then all hell broke loose.

I was sitting outside the club waiting for her to come out, when the music stopped and for one moment there was blissful silence, then it was shattered by a scream. I guessed what had happened; she had had her first change.

"Oh dear" I muttered. I had to get in there. I ran, opened the door and was nearly trampled as a huge crowd of people rushed out yelling at the top of their voices. They were drowned out by an unearthly howl of release, then a cry of pain.

I couldn't get in there were too many people in the door, there were no windows on this side and I didn't have time to look for any others. How was I supposed to get in? The answer was staring me in the face. The wall. I sighed this would cause all sorts of repercussions later, but so would a blood bath. I braced myself and changed to gauru, the monstrous half man half wolf of human fears, shaggy fur covered my body, my nails lengthened into claws, my view shifted as I grew a wolf's head and gained about three feet in height.

I took a step back ignoring the screams of people now faced with a monster both inside and out. I charged the wall praying that it wasn't load bearing. It collapsed in a shower of brick and mortar. I was in.

The rage was clouding my vision; the people's screams were hurting my delicate ears; why were they running? What was so scary? I couldn't see anything frightening? There was an explosion and something hit me in the arm. The man behind the bar had pulled out a gun and was now desperately reloading it. I swatted at it flinging the gun across the room, following up instinctively with a slash across his chest. He screamed in pain and fell to the floor twitching.

Then the wall collapsed revealing what my human side saw as a werewolf, and it quailed before the monster. But the human wasn't in control and it saw a competitor, I charged.

I quickly surveyed the scene; most of the people had fled trashing the place in their hurry to get out. Another werewolf stood over the body of a man; it was unmistakably the girl, I could sense her, her blood called out to me. Once again I felt that fate was playing with me, of all the possible forms a new werewolf can take I had to face one that chose gauru.

She charged, catching me by surprise, vicious claws ripping into my soft muzzle. I howled in pain and swung my claws only catching her fur as she leapt back. I pressed forward, forming a deadly wall of flashing claws and I slashed her across the chest. She took another step back, ducked a vicious blow going for her head, and spun her leg into mine knocking me off balance and then raking her claws up my chest. I took a step back, blood dripping from my wounds and clotting in my fur. She charged again trying to run me through with her blooded claws. I sidestepped and tore a chunk of flesh from her shoulder with my massive jaws. She roared, her left arm hung uselessly by her side, her right was clasped over it, her eyes were unfocused only noticing the pain. I aimed a punch at her head which she made no move to doge, it hit and she dropped to the floor unconscious.

She started changing back to human and I draped a tablecloth over her. I shifted to dalu and winced as I realised the extent of my injuries. She was a vicious fighter. The club was worse than I thought, there was a hole in the wall from my entrance, the tables were trashed, something had crushed the bar and the glass dance floor had shattered with the weight of two werewolves on it. I wondered how to explain this; maybe a bomb? There were sirens in the distance. It was probably better not to be here.

I wrapped her in the tablecloth and carried her outside, spied an alley that would probably be safe and entered putting her tenderly onto the ground behind a dumpster. The tablecloth was red with blood at her shoulder, but that would heal; nothing to do now but wait, the pack would have heard the noise and be here soon, hopefully.