A familiar scent jerked Smith awake from his slumber laid on his side curled into fetal position bringing him wide awake.

KARAQ

One of his many arms reached out and tapped where the wound would be expecting a sharp jolt of pain.

KARAQ IS BACK.

Instead, it was a small indent into his chest that felt really sore.

How unusual.

Smith's danger senses were ringing, loudly.

"Doctor Smith!" John shouted. "You can come out!"

The pieces of the night lingered on in his memory than they should have.

"Warning, warning!" The sound of the Robot sounded close by to them. "There are twelve werewolves in the area!"

The name KaraQ repeated over and over and over until his mind screamed out of terror, anguish, and rage.

The one responsible for the professor and the boy being out in the dark searching for him. The very one that Smith was going out to approach them and warn about only that walking turned into running then lunging out toward the professor that made Will drop his belongings to the floor then crashed behind the man. Smith realized what he had done, his excitement had gotten to the best of him at hearing a familiar voice, groaning in pain. Smith went over to the man but somewhere in between his intentions started to change from apologizing to attacking. Greeted by the sound of a gun shot, Smith's civilized mind jumped back into gear. His attention went from the professor to the visible sight of numerous werewolves.

KARAQ!

Smith propped himself up from the center of his den, his legs being rocked by pain, his back was aching, his many arms aching as it had for the last week.

KaraQ!

The human body wasn't built for this kind of change even down to the most skeletal difference.

KaraQ!

His mind had nearly slipped away struggling to remain for the sake of the Robinsons during the attack from two nights ago. And the bullet wounds still ached from his torso. The other werewolves had the courtesy of avoiding the gun shots but Smith didn't when in combat against the creatures. A annoyance that had to be eliminated. His many arms handled the hungry, taller werewolves during the shooting then smacked their heads together that sent a few of them running for the hills. John was quickly distracted by the other werewolf making him drop the gun. The good thing about having almost a thousand eyes was that Smith could see what was going on from his side so he could see what was happening. The numbers of the werewolves were increasing in part because of his many interruptions in their kills. Kills that happened because of only one person.

KaraQ!

The Robinsons needed all the help they could get when it came to the foul creatures. Smith was among them in terms of species, that much he could assume, but the only difference between them and him was that he didn't have a tail while they did. Even the ones who had transformed into the space werewolves. His worst fears had become found. There was such thing as space werewolves that couldn't change back and became animal like. And he was one of the foul creatures. The difference between this unique breed of werewolf that he had been turned into and the one that he was the most familiar with, was that he couldn't return to his human form in the morning nor at night. It was, under every circumstance, the most permanent change in his life for the time being. Smith had nearly attacked Will. Nearly if it hadn't been the werewolf that jumped out and attacked him.

Why was Will not afraid of him?

The memory of the boy against the tree looking at his direction appearing to be unafraid and relaxed not terrified and scared as he had been a moment ago.

As though Will knew that Smith was there.

"Doctor Smith, is that you out there?" His eyes searching in the dark. Will looked away searching for a familiar face in the black as the calm demeanor was replaced by terror. "Dad!"

The scars that Smith had earned in the last week were fresh on his mind but had healed.

Smith crawled toward the exit of the cavern walking on all limbs. Smith stretched his legs out then heard the pop and relaxed only to be faced with unbearable-extremely-familiar-pain, digging his heel into the dirt, squeezing his eyes shut. Smith used his lower arms to guide him out placed against the wall while grabbing on to his thighs with his lowest set of arms. The pain was only made tolerable by the positive thoughts and feasting himself on food. Eating always did make him feel a lot better. His den was full of skeletons that once belonged to aliens.

The pain turned into background noise with his attention on something else. He may have gained a few pounds by comfort eating. The bright sunlight poured through his dark vision forcing him to open his eyes. Smith stopped at the entrance, straightening himself up, clasping all his hands together with all eight additional arms. Smith held his nose up high into the air to face the warm breeze. A good breeze that made him forget about his troubles standing tall, proud, and confident.

Who was KaraQ?

Smith had a feeling KaraQ was the one from behind the booth door.

Smith smelled the children close by to KaraQ.

His mind jumped to the image of the children going through what he had.

No!

Smith ran on all paws toward the source of the scent.

"Hmm, didn't say anything about coming back for more," KaraQ said.

The spaceship landed to a clearing within the mountains in the dark then waited until it was morning. KaraQ had a feast to themselves from the food pantry then moved toward the door taking the repaired remote with them out of their ship and went about strolling the scenery of Priplanus. They came to a stop at a series of trees with careful watch being held by Don seating underneath a tree gazing toward the sky deep in contemplation. Will and Penny were collecting what seemed to be rocks beside the side of a mountain. The children were carefully observing the appearance of the rocks. The humans were unaware that they were being watched.

KaraQ figured, they got rid of the specimens.

Successful experiments on a project regarding lycanthropy.

They were hiding behind a large boulder growing a large grin on their face.

There was no one there to stop them. Not even the old man. Perhaps the adults from the Jupiter 2 should be taken first then they would willingly come into their ship. A intimidating, deep snarl came from behind making the hair all over KaraQ rise up. From behind they can feel something breathing down against their neck. KaraQ slowly turned around to face the creature that they had left behind that had a very short mane that had been trimmed so it gave a hair style. The numerous blue eyes were full of rage that belonged to the old man.

The old man cracked all of his knuckles in unison.

"Warning!" The Robot announced. "Werewolf is in the local area!"

KaraQ screamed as the old man tackled them down grabbing hold on to the remote in their hands with his lower arms.

Don looked over in the direction of the scream that came from across him then picked up the laser pistol.

"Go!" Don ordered, leaping off the boulder.

Penny and Will stopped what they were doing then followed after the fleeing Robot.

Don drew closer to the sound of screaming, body smacking, and vicious snarling.

What the major could see was that there was flying fists and shoving between grunting.

Don came to a stop between a bridge of rocks observing KaraQ laid on the ground coated in scars and bleeding all over. KaraQ looked up in horror at the old man that stood above him. No, not old man. A old werewolf. They reached their hand searching to find a sharp rock sliding upwards. The old werewolf crushed the remote in their hand then let it fall to the ground. The machine had a electrical spark then released smoke. In all intents and purposes was a real, living werewolf that was odd. It's back was to him instead of turning toward him to attack. The werewolf's feet showed that it was trying to turn in his direction but the feet returned in the direction facing KaraQ

Don noticed the werewolf had all hands rolled up into fists instead of being open and reached out prepared to make the next move.

The creature's black fur seemed to be in the process of turning into shades of gray.

His eyes moved toward the petrified, unusual alien.

"Smith," Don jumped over the bridge of rock. "Stop!"

Smith turned in the direction of the pilot with a groan waving a hand dismissively.

"He can fix this!" Don said, getting between them. "Don't kill him."

Smith glared down upon Don then clasped all of his hands together starting from his lap to being folded arms showing a sign of irritation in his eyes.

"Can you?" Don asked, shifted over toward KaraQ.

"I never done that before," KaraQ said. "The old man may not look human after it is undone."

Don turned toward Smith.

"If you try to attack him one more time, then I am using the laser pistol on you," Don said, as KaraQ found a sharp rock. "Is that clear?" he held a hand up in the sign of halt. "The next sound I better hear from you is a yes." Don held the laser pistol up toward Smith. "Or god help me having to kill you."

Smith's many eyes grew big then shoved Don aside sending him to the ground.

Don looked over to find KaraQ was changing very quickly before his eyes while being restrained by Smith making them drop the sharp rock to the ground. KaraQ was kicked back against the mountain. Skin was ripping apart revealing blonde fur, the eyes began to multiply on their face, the face painfully changed before Don's eyes from human to animal in a matter of seconds between the painful screaming coming from KaraQ, a long tail sprouted from behind them, and their uniform was torn into pieces sprouting less arms than Smith. A faster transformation compared to John who hadn't started yet and put himself into stasis. The two werewolves stood roughly at the same size as each other. One of Smith's hands went to his back rubbing at it with a distinctive groan. It was KaraQ who turned in the direction of West then ran toward him. Smith clashed against the creature smacking them against the rocky terrain.

"G-g-Go!" Smith struggled to shout, it sounded more of a desperate plea, turned toward Don. "Go, away, Major!"

Don grabbed on to the laser pistol then looked back up finding Smith being pinned down against the rock by KaraQ.

Smith delivered multiple punches at once into KaraQ's stomach sending them falling back with a yelp.

KaraQ lunged forward clawing into the older werewolf's chest as Don fled over the rock bridge as blonde fur fell.