All the air rushed from Ianto's lungs. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything. The one thing that he didn't want anyone to know was being exposed. 'God! Breathe. Just breathe. No one is going to believe him. He's going to mess up sooner or later and when he does, I'll kill him before he kills anymore people.' Ianto took a deep breath and looked around the room. Everyone was staring at him with scared eyes. 'This is was what I afraid of. No one is going to look at me the same way again. It'll be worse than what happened after Lisa'

"You don't believe him do you, Jack?" Ianto pleaded around the lump in his throat.

Jack sighed, his eyes still trained on Ethan. "Of course not, Ianto."

"Not even if I had some proof?" Ethan whispered, snuffing Tosh's cheek again. The terrified woman twisted her head, but did nothing more, not wanting to provoke the beast.

Quickly, Jack glanced to Ianto before snapping back to Ethan "What proof?" He almost sounded like he was hungry for evidence that Ianto was a werewolf.

"He has a tattoo on his foot." Ethan said, his eyes glinting madly.

"That doesn't prove he's a werewolf. All that shows is that you've see his feet." Gwen piped up, forgetting her fear for just a minute.

Ethan turned to look at Jack, "Have you seen it? No? I bet you didn't notice it when you were fucking him. I can smell you, you know. Your scent is all over him. But I can't blame you, he is a fantastic fuck. Does he still whimper and cry when he's being fucked? He always was a bit of a whore."

"SHUT UP!" Ianto shouted through clenched teeth, his face flaring red despite the danger of the situation.

Ethan slowly, mockingly, shook his head from side to side. He tutted parentally.

"Oh, Baby, you still haven't learned to control that temper of yours. You're right. It proves nothing really does it? Baby, why don't you show them and they can make up their mind as to how close I had to be to see your little tattoo?"

Ianto bristled and wrapped his arms tightly around his upper body, reeling back.

"No! I'm not playing your sick game." Ianto didn't understand why Ethan wanted everyone to see his tattoo. It didn't prove he was or wasn't werewolf, all it really proved was that he had tattoo and that maybe he was a bit of a rebel when he was younger.

"Oh, but if you don't play I'll just snap her in half." Ethan said, tightening his grip on Tosh. She gasped and grimaced in pain. Through one cracked eye she stared pleadingly at Ianto.

"Alright, alright!!" Ianto shouted, toeing off his right shoe. He leaned down, pulling up his trouser leg and rolled the knee high sock off. He chucked it at Ethan, who gave a small laugh at the neon clothing. Ianto hiked his foot up and laid it flat on the glass table. There on his big toe was a tiny tattoo of a moon. The points were crawling off the edge, the blues were bleeding into each other, the design hugging his flesh.

Everyone was craning their necks to get a glance at the tattoo. They did nothing to hide what they were really thinking. The Brigadier was a far step from the proud father that he had been before, now looking disappointed in Ianto. Glancing at it, Owen turned his glare back towards Ethan, his face full of anger and disgust. Tosh looked shocked that what Ethan had said had been true. Gwen, Martha and Doctor Hill all had the same flashes of revulsion and fear across their faces. Jack's face was tight, making it hard for Ianto to read what he was thinking or feeling.

"Gwen's right, just because you knew about Ianto's tattoo doesn't really mean anything." Jack said, looking from Ianto's foot to Ethan with hard eyes.

"You're right, it proves absolutely nothing. But what's about to happen does." Ethan grinned, pulling Tosh back towards the smashed door. Pulling his foot off the table Ianto turned to look at the clock. 7:32[2]. Ethan had tricked him into wasting time and he had let him.

Doubling over, Ianto wrapped his arms around his stomach. Ianto couldn't hear the calls of his name over the growing howls ripping from his throat. Ianto almost fell to the ground, stumbling over to the glass wall. He leaned his head against it. Ianto scratched and grasped at it with his left hand. He could hear the sickening pop and crack of his bones as they twisted and grew.

The pain stopped as quickly was it had started. Holding up his head, Ianto looked at the marked glass. His eyes were bloodshot and sunken in; deep wrinkles surrounding both his eyes and mouth. His skin was discoloured from its usual pale white, now a greyish brown. His lips were a seething purple; pulled back in a snarl, showing twisted, yet human teeth. His right ear was pointed and hairy, more like a dog's than a human's.

He looked down. His right arm was still wrapped around his stomach, but now it was disfigured. He couldn't really describe what he was feeling; there was this numb sensation all over. It was almost like watching it happen to someone else. The skin was stretched over his warped bones. Through his shredded sleeve he could see blood trickling from the ripped skin running over stretch-marks. His nails… his claws were a dark brown, almost black. They were gnarled and sharp, digging into his stomach as he clawed at it.

"Ianto?" Jack asked stepping closer. Ianto could see Jack's reflection quivering in the marred glass. He looked worried. Panting, Ianto pushed off the glass and stood straight. Turning slowly, he stared at the carpeted ground; he was unable to look Jack in the eye.

He could hear the echo of his own accusation ringing in his ears, '… you're the biggest monster of all.' He didn't want to see the look of fear and disgust he knew would be there once Jack saw the monster that had been working for him, had been laying in his bed all these months.

He could hear gasps of horror echo around the room. He could also he hear Ethan's little laugh.

"Oh Baby, you're all grown up. A few years ago you would have been fully changed by now. I'm so proud." Ethan said belittlingly, yanking Tosh and himself closer to Ianto.

Dragging his eyes from the floor, Ianto looked at Ethan. He spoke slowly, each word fighting to be heard over the throaty 'grr' that had become lodged in his throat. "I don't want you to be proud of me! I want Alistair to be proud of me, I want Jack to be proud of me, hell I even want Owen to be proud of me, but not you!" Ianto snorted as he took in a deep breath through his nose. He couldn't normally breathe standing up in mid-transformation.

Ethan laughed patronizingly, showing pearly white teeth. "Baby, do you think that they'll ever look at you the same?" He gave an unpleasant-sounding laugh that caused Ianto's skin to crawl. "That's if they get out of there alive." Ethan grinned.

Ianto still hadn't looked at anyone apart from Ethan, not even Tosh who was trying frantically to make eye contact with him.

"The only person not getting out here alive is you." Staggering towards Ethan, Ianto tried to see the man that he… that he had loved. The man who had helped him through one of the most horrifying phases of his life. And he could still see that side of him, he could. That man was just underneath, hiding. But Ianto knew that it was all a trick, a lie. It was what Ethan wanted him to see. To have hope. He didn't want Ianto to remember that he had killed a whole orphanage just because it was fun. That he had raped so many people, including Ianto. He was the man who didn't care, he was the man who killed and raped because he was bored and wanted something fun to do. He was the man who was really a wolf, and to be honest, Ianto wasn't afraid of the big bad wolf anymore.

Reaching back around, Ianto used his disfigured hand to pull out his gun. Holding it out straight, Ianto aimed it at Ethan's shoulder, cocking it.

"Precious, you and I both now that-"

BANG

The bullet struck its target, hitting Ethan's shoulder and causing him to fling Tosh towards Jack. She swayed disorientated, her eyes rolling even as Jack helped her up straight and held her tightly. Ethan grabbed his shoulder, yelling as he doubled over. Thick blood oozed out and ran from between Ethan's fingers.

Ethan sounded like a short-tempered parent even when he was looking at Ianto with pain-filled eyes and panting blood. "Baby, it's going to take more than one silver bullet to finish me off." Ethan snarled, straightening up, blood blooming through the bright white shirt. Ianto looked into the cold blue eyes and knew that Ethan was right. Even with the liquid silver it would take more than just the one to kill him.

BANG

Opposite shoulder

BANG

Lower torso

BANG

Right leg

BANG

Right between the eyes.

Never looking away from the cold unblinking eyes, Ianto watched the silver slowly seep through Ethan's body, burning and mutilating flesh and bone.

The hot metal in his grip began to quiver, his transformed hand unable to hold it.

He couldn't believe it. He had done it. He had killed the big bad wolf. But what was he going to do now? He couldn't leave the hub unless he wanted to kill some innocent passerby. And he couldn't stay where he was. Ethan might have been right about him being 'all grown up', but that didn't mean he trusted himself not to kill anyone in the room.

Choking, he dropped the empty gun. It landed somewhere near his feet, but he didn't care. He grabbed his stomach and fell to the floor. He felt his bones shift and writhe under skin and muscle with nauseating crunches and snaps. Arching his back he struggled to roll on to his front, keening when he finally he managed it.

Excruciating pain coursed through his body as bones shortened and lengthened. His face was unrecognizable as it reshaped. He howled as he felt his ribcage expanding, making room for organs that were shifting. His hands and feet become paws with murderous black claws. His tailbone shot from his lower back tearing through flesh and skin, growing into a long unkempt tail. Silky brown fur grew from the bloody ribbons of the skin covering his whole body.

It only took a few seconds for him to change from human to werewolf, but to Ianto, it felt like a lifetime. Lying where he had fallen, he listened to the breathing of everyone one in the room. It was almost like they weren't there. The sharp intakes and fast releases of air filled Ianto's ears as well as the nervous sinking of shoes in the blood soaked carpet. Panting, he gathered the strength to stand up on his shaking four legs. Slowly, he lifted his head looked at Jack who was still holding Tosh close. He was watching Ianto with unreadable eyes.

Whimpering, Ianto lowered himself closer to the floor. Looking at Jack and Tosh with big puppy eyes. He shuffled forwards, stopping a metre away Ianto give a 'don't you feel sorry of me'cry before lying down with his furry head on his paws.

Biting her lip, Tosh pulled away from the still-shocked Captain, leaning over she stared into the stunning blue eyes so familiar to her. Taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her hand and stroked a soft furry ear. Sighing, Ianto let his eyes sleepily fall shut. No one had ever touched him like this when he was fully transformed. Ianto could sadly say that there were only a handful of people that Ianto would trust enough to let them touch the real monster that he had been hiding just beneath the surface. Tosh was luckily one of the few.

Feeling a different hand -a hand that was stronger than Tosh's and a lot less hesitant- stroking his head, Ianto sharply opened his eyes. He looked straight into Jack's blue eyes. His wolf-like brain couldn't understand the flashes of this and that feelings that passed through them. It didn't help that the emotions were never the same twice or that they were gone as quick as they appeared.

In the back of his mind he knew that he should be locked up in one of the cells -preferable the one next to Janet- so that he didn't hurt anyone. But instead, he was lying on the floor being petted like he was a prize puppy or something. He felt a rumble starting in his chest, almost like a purr -but if asked he would deny it and kill anyone for even thinking such a thing- closing his eyes and tentatively cocking his head to the side for more.

Hearing the clicking of a gun his eyes snapped open. Looking through the gap between Tosh and Jack, past Alistair, Owen, Martha and Doctor Hill he could see Gwen pointing her gun straight at him.

Tearing his head from underneath Tosh and Jack's hands Ianto stood on all fours, backing away from them and the danger of Gwen's gun. Growling, Ianto bared his pointy teeth and flexed his curved claws. Out the corner of his eyes he could see everyone tense up and hold their breath, not understanding the sudden change in his demeanour. Tosh pulled herself back, watching him with wide eyes and Jack…

Jack stayed where he was, his face darkened. Ianto could practically hear what Jack was thinking.

'I shouldn't have trusted you. Not after that Cyberwoman and definitely not after you changed in a monster right in front of me.'

But Ianto knew that no one could see Gwen pointing a gun at him. From the back of the room she was practically invisible to everyone else. That thought sent a fearful rage spiking through his spine. Not only was she threatening him, but she was also endangering everyone in the room with her. If someone moved even an inch she could seriously hurt or kill them.

Snarling, Ianto lowered himself, ready to jump. Ready to protect himself. Gwen's finger tightened on the trigger a split second later Ianto jumped.

The bullet tore through his left shoulder as he turned away from the room and jumped through the glass wall down to the hub floor below, shards spattering everywhere.

Landing with a thump, Ianto picked himself off the ground and ran towards the archive stairs. He struggled to climb down them with four legs and a shoulder wound, but somehow he managed to 'safely' make it to his archive. Whimpering, he slowly limped along one of the many aisles until he reached his desk. It was hidden deep in the archive. So deep in fact that Ianto was sure that no one knew that it was there. Crawling under the desk, Ianto shuffled around until his head was the only thing poking out. His large limbs bunted against the desk uncomfortably, but he felt safe.

Settling down, Ianto sighed. His whole body hurt. His muscles stinging, bones creaking, but what hurt most was his shoulder. He knew that by the morning it would have become yet another scar on his body. Keening, Ianto shut his eyes. God only knew what would happen when he was found and Ianto was under no illusion that he wouldn't be.

[2] - I just made up the time of the moonrise as I couldn't find it online. I'm sure that it is somewhere and that I've got the wrong time.