Malcolm trembled under the strong hand of the dark-haired stranger at his side. Officer Arroyo had believe him, had believed the impossible. The police man had listened to him when he said his father had killed people, that he had seen it. All he had said when Malcolm had described his father transforming into a wolf-man was ‘in this city you see some strange things.’ Had he seen a werewolf before? Malcolm couldn’t say.

“I want to talk to my son!” his father snarled, pulling away from the policeman who had him handcuffed. He squatted in front of Malcolm even as Officer Arroyo pulled Malcolm back against his side. His father grinned, his lips thinning into his beard, his eyes glinting, “Never forget my boy.” In a heartbeat his father changed, his eyes going amber, thick fangs filling his mouth as his face morphed, going wolfish. “We’re the same. This is in you too.”

“Get him out of here!” Malcolm’s mother shrieked.

As his father was hauled away, Malcolm leaned hard against Officer Arroyo. What if it was true? Would he transform into a monster? Would he kill like this father? How would he live with this? The ten year old had no idea. All he knew was he was very afraid.