The Griffin house hold acted like it normally did on any other night, thinking Sandi was out on a date and not in the tool shed, changing into a giant, hairy, disgusting monster. Linda was complaining about how her boys need to start to do extra-curricular activities [like sports] to release their energy, while Tom defended them saying it was normal for boys their age to act like that. It was a classic family night of arguing, filled with the same old stresses and irritations it's alway had... except-

A loud crash, as if the toolshed had collapsed was heard from inside the house. It was a loud noise, kind of a shocker, really. All four people inside the house looked in the direction of the backyard as the arguments stopped and confusion glanced over them. "Dammit Tom." Linda glared at her husband, "I told you before that we should have had that tool shed torn down." She walked towards the back window to view it.

Sam and Chris stopped their horseplay and ran to look at the crashed toolshed while Tom stood up off the couch and put on his jacket. "All we had out there was some storage-"

The pile of rubble began to move, as if something was inside, something big, "I think something's in there." Chris pointed to the toolshed, "Look!"

Sam stared back, "Cool... Let's go check it out!" Backing away from the window he and his brother started to head towards the door, only to be stopped by their mother.

Linda Griffin grabbed her boys by the shirt collars, "I can't have you kids running out there when there have been mountain lion attacks." She commented, "That could be what is in the shed and that damned beast wont take any of my children." She glanced over at her husband, "Grab the shot gun, Thomas."

Tom stared at his wife precauriously and in slight confusion - he wasn't sure how to answer the over dramaticness of the situation nor respond in a way that wouldn't upset her. "Linda..." He replied calmly while staring at his wife, nervously, "We don't own a shotgun."

Linda glanced at her husband before turning back to the window, her hands still grasping the collars of her boy's shirts. "What do you mean we don't have a shot gun?" She replied back, "After all these bear attacks you haven't yet bought one?" She scowled at her husband, much like her daughter would do, and let go of her boys.

Tom rolled his eyes, hating it when his wife got like this. Dammit, he was a man, a man who had a job, had to work all day, and had to come home and deal with this shit... but he was also a tool, "Well, Linda." He walked over to a cupboard and took out a small metal box, which contained a set of multiple keys. "I'll go grab the handgun from the bedroom but..." He didn't think it could take out whatever was out there.

"But what?" Linda folded her arms.

Meanwhile, outside, Sandi, err, now the completely blood hungry, rage filled [because she was covered in debris and had chains attached to her arms, legs, and necks, that were still hooked to shards of broken wood] monster she really was began to dig herself out of the rubble. It was distressing, really, the chains were weighted and not exactly short, and she kept finding herself tangled in them.

Falling over them again she finally surfaced from the remains of the shed, sticking her muzzle up from out of it before attempting to pull the rest of herself out. The smell of mildew rotting wood filled her nose as she continued to pull herself out of the rubble, ticked off as Hell... and pretty freaking hungry, not that she was really able to move all that well. The chains had become a big nuisance around her now.

Clawing at the wood and debris the surrounded her, the now werewolf tried to get free, trapped in what was the horribleness of her own design. Angerly she bit the wood infront of her, dragging herself to the surface until she was standing, somewhat, despite still chained to the pile of fallen wood.

Tom stepped outside with the gun pointed towards the shed, nervously ready to fire at the first thing that moved. He didn't want to be out there and wanted to run back inside but he was terrifed of the beast that lay inside too. His wife was not the nicest person in the world - and he really didn't want to deal with her in a bad mood. Not to mention his children were in danger, and he had to protect them... and himself.

Sandi, now managing to stand on the rubble, enraged that she had to deal with that, was ready to get the Hell out of wherever she was and grab herself a bite to eat, whatever it would be or something. She was really hungry, really, really hungry. She wanted to eat something... and just get out of the threshhold of which was these chains. She was beyond infuriated. Growling at the chains, lifting one arm in protest, Sandi began to build up her strength, getting ready to trounce out of the chains.

Tom walked closer to the ex-tool shed, the gun pointed infront of him. He was ready. He was ready to... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

Glowing yellow eyes to the silloette of a dark, dog like figure stared back at Tom, snarling in rage and aggrovation, it's size incomparable to any animal he'd ever seen. Ears pressed back and chains around its limbs, it seemed prepared to attack - not only attack, but prepared to rip apart whatever might move next.

"PHEWEwewS" The sound of the bullet being fired ripped through the air as Tom fired the hand gun at the growling beast that stood across the yard.

Pain, pain that she felt for only a few moments before the bullet stopped in her shoulder [the same place she was bit, dammit] and healed quickly. It still hurt, but not as bad as it did moments before. Nearly roaring at the person who shot her, Sandi got as much energy as she could muster and jumped off the pile of rubble, pulling the chains out and flinging her several feet into the air.

Terrified at what he was seeing, Tom shot the other bullets from the gun quickly at his daughter and then threw the empty gun at her... following that up with darting back into his house. He was no match for whatever that was. WHATEVER THAT WAS! What the hell was it?

Two of the other five bullets in the loaded gun hit her, both in the chest. If they were silver, she'd be dead, but luckily, she was fine, having been shot with iron or lead or something. Landing on the ground she got up on her back feet, staring at her own house. She knew what was inside. She knew who had just tried to shoot her. She wanted retribution.

Snarling she took a step closer to her house, the weight of the chains causing her to have difficulty walking. She was closing in on the house, her power and madness flowing through her.

Roaring with madness the beast screamed out, growling a horrible growl of terror and rage. Blindness filled her soul as Sandi stepped closer and closer towards her house, her mind vacant will the desire to kill. Her family was nothing in her glowing yellow eyes - well, nothing except a-

It felt like a weight had come out of no where and hit her from the side, slamming her to the ground and preceeding to snarl in her face. Another werewolf. It shocked her for a moment until she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder where the other beast had unfortunately placed their clawed hand paw thing, wedging the bullet in just enough more. Whimpering a bit in pain, she quickly tried to fight back, biting at the offender.

Continuing to growl, the other werewolf stood her ground, getting off Sandi and beginning to pace around, keeping every eye on the Fashion Club President. She knew if Sandi were to move in a suspicious way, she'd have to attack again to keep her in check.

Sandi stared at the offender, ears back and ready to attack if she too were to make a move. She was still aware of the chains around her arms and legs, which made her weary to make any move, so instead she stared, growling at the other.

Meanwhile, inside the Griffin Family Household - Tom explained to his wife exactly what he saw and what happened, in which she retaliated by calling the police. Her children's lives were at stake! She had to get as many people to [a.n 'but the authorities... are minorities... at my waterpark...] help her. She should have called the coast gaurd, the Lawndale Business Womans association, her ex employers! Anyone to help her tackle this...

"There's two now!" Sam pointed out the window as Linda came rushing over, shocked to see her son WASN'T LYING. "I think they're fighting!"

Chris looked too, through the window, peering next to his brother in awe and glee at the same time. "Woow! What are they? They look like dogs or something! Awesome!" He ran to his room quickly to get his camera. "I've got to take a picture of this." He said while running up to his room.

"TAKE IT FROM THE INSIDE!" Linda shouted, following him over to the stairs as she impatiently waited for the police to arrive.

Sandi stared down the other werewolf, but still didn't move. Not even when the police sirens started to come into her hearing range. She still continued to stare at the other wolf, waiting for her to make her first move.

Even as the sirens got louder and eventually stopped, both wolves continued to stare at eachother. Until Sandi felt a pain she'd never felt before singe through her body, knocking her out.