White coated

On the next morning, Tim wakes up feeling completely sore because of all the training he did yesterday. Fair to say he over did it in every aspect, be it emotional or mental.

But that doesn't necessarily entirely roar as a bad decision. Because for once in a long while, he actually feels good.

For once in a while, young Timothy's mind feels clear! That's unmistakingly a big gain and he can't help admiring it while rubbing his arms to fight the soreness away.

Today he has plans to continue the exercises, regardless of the fact that he can barely move. This soreness is a sign of progress and the young man does not want to let go of something he feels for the first time.

Suddenly, he hears a familiar female voice calling. "Timothy, will you get down here please? I want you to look at something."

This is obviously his mother, recognizing a tone he heard for 17 years isn't exactly possible to mistake but being called downstairs can only mean one thing, trouble.

Walking in the living room, taking a seat at the red sofas, the young werewolf can see  his mother Stacey, holding a tablet.

Silence remained for a while before she deciphered. "Have you read about this?"

Handing the tablet over, Tim get's a glimpse of this golden topic. "Mayhem Lunatics break out."

"This can't be good." Tim murmured after reading the title of the article.

In the following, the journalist writes. "After the well known leader who goes by the stage name of 'Lines' left the group known as the 'Mayhem Lunatics', the crew saw no reason to continue dancing together."

Well, that's the greeting first paragraph, there is more. "Group member who goes by the stage name of 'Stick' has said the following in a one on one interview, "Lines leaving the group affected all of us. I'm not sure what he's trying to prove but it's not worth it to work as a team when one day or the other, a member's going to quit. It just shows unprofessionalism and I don't want to be a part of it."

"Ha! Bullshit, this was our worst dancer." Tim yelled just a small bit but instantly felt a smack behind the head from his mother who doesn't like her son speaking such language.

Continuing to browse through the digitally written newsfeed, Tim spots. "Another group member who goes by the stage name of 'Big Steve' has said the following in a group interview, "Lines was a pain in the ass, we don't need him and he doesn't need us. I'm not okay with the group breaking up but I'm sure who to blame."

"Should have cut this boy twice." Tim murmured, being glad that this is one of the team members who didn't do their part right.

Handing the tablet to his mother, Tim dimly expresses. "I don't care about this, the Mayhem Lunatics are my past now."

"But you left yesterday." Stacey reminds, being the only one logical here.

Logical and illogical at the same time, Timothy requests. "Which is the past mom, don't show me stuff like this anymore. I don't wanna know anything about the Mayhem Lunatics." 

Concerned about her own son, Stacey questions while grabbing the young boy by the shoulder. "What's going on with you Timmy? You're making bad mistakes everyday. I thought the pills were working, they should get your OCD under control."

"I'm taking my pills, this has nothing to do with OCD. I just didn't want to be in a dance crew anymore, it doesn't give the emotions it used to." For someone young, this boy sure knows what he's doing.

"Okay then what makes you feel good?" Stacey questions, trying to work this out.

His eyes glowing, intentions clear, Tim answers. "The forest."

...

Night time arrives, the moon is giving out a glow stronger than most nights and the effects it brings along are crucially unmistakable!

It's a full moon, the time when a werewolf can feel truly alive! A bad effect regarding this power is the complete lack of control that befalls on an individual werewolf! Well, at least on Tim.

His room window thankfully already open, to observe the cool summer night breeze, young Tim rushes through it, thankfully not breaking it this time.

The forest is practically next to the house so he faces little to no problem reaching it, having more prying eyes around here would play out badly because he is already mid transformation.

Hair is growing on his arms, pitch dark in colour! The same procedure stretches down to his legs, as size swiftly shifts towards the bigger. 

Reaching the forest, the short young Tim already grew 2 meters tall!

Sinking in the forest for about 30 meters, the transformation became complete, a golden line of fur running through his chest was the final part of the transformation. Fair to say, he's still a level 1 werewolf.

Piercing through the forest with no signs of stopping, breaking through branches and massacring bushes!

Strength feels to his upper advantage today, the full moon obviously has something to do with it. And where is strength, speed tags along.

Throughout a short half hour, he barges into territory he has never been at before. He has no map to know his location and would most definitely not recognize landmarks here.

The only way of going back home is following the path he came from, the line of broken nature will help.

Stopping to catch a breath, he hears a growl echo from the left side, then another one from the right.

While in front of him, a pair of blue eyes shine in between the darkness right before a creature leaps towards Tim and knocks the large werewolf down.

Getting a glimpse of who attacked, he notices an actual wolf [Not to be confused with werewolf] growling to his face, trying to assert dominance.

Fearing no smaller animal, Tim takes a right swing and tosses the wolf 7 meters away, followed along with a 2 meter tumble.

Standing up, he feels another creature leap from the left and once more, making the young werewolf meet the ground.

Tad more enraged now, without taking a swing at the enemy, he force stands up in a blink of a second and tosses the attacker up to the sky.

Taking a look around, the first wolf he hit, is up and standing regardless of damage. Getting a better view, he notices 5 golden lines running through the black wolf's back in a horizontal order.

This got him tad concerned, forcing the young boy to think. "These are level 5 wolves!? Oh shit."

The moment he took to think, was enough to be tackled by another one of these beings and this time, the wolf took the liberty of biting the boy on the arm.

Standing up, Tim twirls on his spot and tosses the attacker through a few bushes, in the end hitting a tree and slightly shifting it [the tree] out of place.

Taking a look of his surroundings, 5 more pairs of glowing eyes joined the scene, perhaps attracted by the noisy fight.

Trying to debate between running away or staying, the young werewolf came to a decision. "If this forest is gonna be mine, I have to face these enemies!"

Brave but at this point we can label it as dumb brave, especially since a large, white coated werewolf barges in the scene.

Taking a swipe against one of the level 5 wolves, Tim spots the animal's body breaking a tree in half after impact and completely submerging beneath dirt after.

It was bloody, but it's sure projecting who has dominance here!