A/N: I do not own the characters, but I love them anyway. Just as I promised, DP fans! Because Chapter 3 was so short, here is Chapter 4, right on its heels. Hope you enjoy and,

Bewerewulfed Chapter 4

After a terrifying night of attacking the inhabitants of Amity Park as Danny Werewolf, Danny Fenton wakes at daybreak. He feels unnaturally refreshed. He still wears what he wore the night before, his pajamas, but they are now in shreds. He slowly rolls over, his now destroyed bed moaning under his weight. Unaware of the state of his room or clothing, he yawns and heads downstairs to the kitchen, where his parents and sister are.

His family is sitting at the dining room table. Jazz rests; her head down on the table and cradled in her folded arms. Maddie leans against her drowsy husband. They are frazzled and exhausted, having just regrouped after searching for Danny all night. They do not know that he had returned just before dawn.

Danny nonchalantly saunters in. Maddie and Jack jump up in excitement, which startles Jazz awake. They are so relieved to see him, they do not notice his clothes. Instead, they all cry out, "Danny!"

Danny, pointing to each of them individually, deadpans, "Mom. Dad. Jazz. Glad we got this straight first thing in the morning."

Without commenting, they run to him and give him a group hug, but Danny does not hug them back.

Jack then breaks away from the group and says, slightly irritated, "And just where have you been all night, young man?"

Danny is totally surprised by his question and replies, "In bed. Where else would I be?"

Before his parents can respond, Jazz blurts out, "Uh, he's obviously so into his role! Danny, don't you remember? You know, the school play? About werewolves? You were practicing last night and got a little carried away, right?

When his sister mentions 'werewolves', Danny instinctively looks down at his tattered clothes and gasps. Images flash in his mind about his transformation and he cries, "Oh, no! I mean, right! Sorry Mom and Dad. It's,...it's just that doing well in the play is part of my English grade and you know how Mr. Lancer is!"

Satisfied with Danny's 'explanation', Jack remarks, "Well, OK. But next time, you practice only at home, got it? And you might not want to wear your costume to bed."

"Yes sir. Can I please get ready for school now?"

His parents nod, and Danny hurries to his room. When he finally sees the condition of his room, he is stunned. He utters in horror, "Did I do all this?"

Before he can do anything else, he hears a knock on the door.

"Danny? Are you there? It's me, Jazz," the female voice says.

"Please, Jazz, just leave me alone! I have to get to ready for school."

"But something terrible has happened to you! Won't you tell me about it? I want to help," she pleads.

"NO!" he screams, his breathing quickening suddenly.

"But we don't know what all this means. I'm very worried about you," she continues.

"Urrggrh!" he growls, infuriated at her persistence.

Jazz gasps at Danny's strange and obviously threatening response. Uncertain on how to press on, she wisely and sheepishly utters, "All right, little brother. Just let me know when you want to talk." She turns away and leaves as worried as she came.

Sweat falls from Danny's forehead as he struggles with his intensifying rage. Suddenly, pain shears through him, and grasping at his invisible wound, his eyes flash from red to green then back to blue. Trying to make some sense of his feelings, he argues with himself, 'Why am I so angry with her? Yeah, she's always so nosey, but that's all the time! I'm use to it... But for some reason it's really getting under my skin this time. In fact, it's making me furious…But, it shouldn't! Of course, she worries about me. Gee, I'm worried about me!...But it doesn't matter!! No one should ever butt into my business! Urrgggrh!... Uh, what's wrong with me?'

As if on cue, a terrifying thought pummels his mind and tears at his wound. The fight with Wulf! 'Oh no! Wulf! The bite! Does this mean I'm a...?'

Still in disbelief, he runs over to the cracked mirror on the wall and looking at it, briefly sees his metamorphosis again. He stumbles back with the dreadful reality. His anger is firmly expelled by the blow. Panting, he hoarsely whispers, "What am I going to do?"