Adrien's mother stood at the kitchen counter when he entered his house. She was cutting a big piece of meat in smaller pieces. "Already home?" She said without looking at him.

Adrien hesitated. What if the school had called. Maybe they had told her that he ran away from the classroom. Could he still trust his mother? He was afraid to look into her eyes.

"Eh… I didn't feel good, mum. I suddenly got a stomach ache." His mother stopped cutting, but she kept staring at the meat on the cutting board.

"Stomach ache? How did that happen?" Adrien looked at the knife that was still in her hand.

"It's because of the roll of licorice, mum. The HAWK-LICORICE that you put in my lunchbox. I ate it all." It was quiet in the kitchen for a while. If she knew he was lying, nothing would happen. She would still be the same as always. She wouldn't have changed.

She put down the knife, wiped her fingers to the towel and looked straight at Adrien. The yellow shine was clear as day. Her pupils were oval shaped.

"Licorice doesn't hurt anyone. It's good for you, you'll see. Stomach aches will pass again." She grabbed the knife again and continued to cut the meat, like there was nothing wrong.

"I….I'm going to bed, mum." He was hoping that she couldn't hear the fear in his voice. But she didn't even answer and cut the meat in even smaller pieces. Adrien gently walked out of the kitchen. He ran up the stairs to his room and locked the door behind him.

'My parents aren't my parents anymore.' The words of Marinette rang through his head. He let himself fall onto the bed and stared at his ceiling. A sudden anger started to well up inside him. His parents suddenly changed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't do anything about it. And that mysterious black van, it probably had something to do with it. He jumped off of his bed, grabbed his desk chair and threw it against the wall. He then kicked his trashcan and threw his bookcase to the floor. You could hear these sounds all throughout the house, but nobody came to see what was going on. Nobody cared what he did.

At eight in the evening, Adrien appeared from his room with a pair of sunglasses. He hadn't eaten anything since morning, but he wasn't hungry at all. He thought about what he and Marinette could do, but couldn't think about anything. Just the sunglasses. If there's a weird radiation coming from the TV, then maybe these dark glasses could protect me, Adrien thought. And other people can't see that my eyes are still green.

The TV was on. He could hear the sound all the way from the stairs. He walked into the room. His parents were on the couch and stared at the screen. He shouldn't have been worried. They didn't even ask anything about the sunglasses. They didn't even look when Adrien took a seat in the armchair. Their eyes were wide open, like they wanted to eat the TV with their eyes. Their retinas looked filled with yellow light. It looked frightening.

Adrien carefully looked at the screen, with one eye. There was nothing interesting to see. The news program of the local channel TV 12 was on. Seemingly without any interest read the news reader the news of the day. In any case, this will not do much damage, Adrien thought. He opened his other eye and made himself comfortable. Maybe we were wrong, he thought. Maybe the TV has no relation to all of this. But why are they watching it with so much interest? He looked at his parents. Fascinated. That was the correct word. It looked like their eyes were drawn to the screen.

"Is there anything interesting tonight?" Adrien asked. There was no answer. He didn't really expect one either. It looked like they were listening to something else. Something Adrien couldn't hear. He looked back at the TV. The news was finished and advertisements for, diapers, sanitary towels, detergents and insurance varied rapidly. There was suddenly a small malfunction. So short, so fast, that it almost wasn't visible. Adrien's brain captured the image, that his eyes couldn't catch. He rubbed his forehead. A little headache, he thought. The advertisements is continued by a nature film by Desmodus Rotundus, also known as a vampire bat. The name of the small creature was more impressive than the creature itself. A little bat of about 12 centimeters fluttered over the screen, when the second malfunction crawled into Adrien's brain. In a short time, three more malfunctions were followed. But in Adrien's brain, an image started to form. He didn't understand and blinked.

What was that? As if his head got something different than what was on screen. Tik, tik, tik, new malfunctions on the screen, short and violent, like machine gun schots. Adrien shut his eyes. He tried to go into the inside of his head. He concentrated on the malfunctions. They were in his memories and he just had to grab them. Slowly the flashes converged to image and sound. Adrien saw yellow eyes.

Yellow eyes and a wolf's head. A very old wolf's head. The eyes were covered by milky white fleece. Stare. The hairs were faded. The long tongue hung out of his mouth and he spoke.

"Look at me," He said. "Look as a wolf, think like a wolf and discover yourself as a wolf. Take him out, turn yourself inside out. I am Hawkmoth, the primal man wolf. I am the Father. Look at me!" The eyes of the wolf became bigger and bigger.

Adrien opened his eyes. He wanted the wolf out of his head. He didn't want to see him anymore. But from the TV screen, new signals urged into his brain. Hidden messages, that welded together with his mind to horrible images. He saw the images even with his eyes open.

Stand up, Adrien thought. Don't watch anymore, get away from the TV. He wanted to stand up, but his body didn't listen to him. He wanted to turn his head and close his eyes, so that the screen couldn't send images to his mind anymore. But nothing worked anymore. His limbs wouldn't listen to him, his eyes refused to remove them from the screen. Adrien realized what was going on. He was glued to the TV, just like his parents, and like everyone else. And he couldn't do anything about it. The fear almost made him insane. I am there, he thought. I'll become like everyone else.

"Look at me!" Commanded the voice in his head. "I am Hawkmoth, the primal man wolf. I am the Father. Think like a wolf, look like a wolf. My eyes are your eyes. I am you!"

Adrien saw the wolf in his head: yellow eyes, with those black pupils, behind milky white fleeces. A yellow haze pulled on the inside of Adrien's eyes. He felt a terrible pain in his head.

Too late! he thought. The wolf in my head is eating my brain!