The full moon was shining brightly in the sky as the young man walked out to his car, ready for his big football game. This was an important game: after all, it was one of the first games of the playoffs, and Phil Adler, as a proud member of the Philadelphia Eagles, was more ready than ever before! He was completely decked out in his football gear, his jersey proudly displaying his team number, 00, on it. Smiling to himself, he reached out to open his car door... when suddenly, a rustling noise stopped him dead in his tracks.

His eyes widened, he turned around, gazing at the large bush next to his driveway. What was that sound? Curious, he took a step forward, trying to figure out what was going on. He thought he heard some kind of low breathing coming from that bush, along with what sounded like... growling. He cautiously took another step... and that's when it happened.

Before he could react, a massive blur shot out of the bushes, knocking him to the ground. He quickly looked up, eyes widening in fear as he saw what was happening. Standing over him was a massive wolf, its brown fur matted, its fangs bared, and its yellow eyes burning with malice. Panicking, Phil tried to get away, but before he could even move, the wolf had pounced again. Phil felt the wolf's paws land on his chest, felt its hot breath on his face. Before he could do anything, the wolf's head shot forward, and it sunk its fangs into Phil's left arm.

Phil screamed, massive pain shooting through his entire arm. The wolf, seemingly satisfied, removed its jaws from from his arm, then turned its head toward the other arm. But before it could strike again, Phil's right fist shot forward, striking the wolf right in the side of the head! Stunned, the wolf released its hold on Phil, allowing him to stand up again. Seeing its victim standing, the wolf took a step back, before turning around and running away from the house.

Smiling, Phil watched the wolf run before turning his attention to his injured arm. The bite marks were pretty deep, and blood was already running down the side of his arm. "Damn wolf..." he muttered, turning around and walking to his car. If he went back inside his house to treat the wound, he was never going to make it to the stadium on time, and this game was too important for him to let that happen. It would have to wait until he reached the stadium. He got into his car, pulling a towel from the glove compartment and wrapping it around his arm. That would have to do for now. With that done, he started up the car, before pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.

The full moon was hidden by clouds well before Phil finally reached the stadium. As soon as he got there, he noticed one of his friends from the team running up to him. "Hey, Phil!" Mark yelled. "What took you so long?" His head turned, and he suddenly noticed Phil's injured arm. "Hey, what happened to your arm?"

"I got attacked by something outside my house..." Phil said, removing the towel he was keeping over it. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I just need to treat this once I get inside and... wait, what the..."

Phil blinked a few times, staring at his arm in confusion. Where the wolf had bitten him... there was nothing. No bite marks, no blood... nothing that indicated that he had ever been injured. In fact, he noticed that it didn't even hurt anymore. It was as if the attack had never even happened.

Mark was looking pretty confused too. "Um... your arm looks perfectly fine to me," he said, looking back up at Phil. "Are you trying to prank me or something?"

"What? No, of course not!" Phil looked back at his arm. "I swear, I was attacked! And there was blood and..."

"Yeah, sure. Listen, I'd love to hear more about this supposed attack of yours, but we really have to get back to the locker room. Coach is about to give one of his speeches, and you know how seriously he takes punctuality. He'll kill us if we're late. Come on, let's go!" With that, Mark turned to run back into the stadium. Phil took one last look at his fully healed arm, then started running after him.

"Alright, everyone!" yelled the coach as Phil and Mark walked into the locker room. "Listen up! I want all of you play like your lives depend on it! We can't afford any mistakes tonight! You need to get out there and push yourselves as far as you possibly can! Remember, we're in the playoffs now, so we really need to make sure we don't screw anything up!" He looked up at the two latecomers, pointing at Phil. "And you!"

Phil looked up at his coach. "What is it?" He asked.

"Listen to me, Adler," the coach growled. "I don't want any of your shenanigans tonight, okay? We can't afford to get you ejected from the game because you had another one of your..." the coach swallowed. "...transformative episodes. Save those for another time, when our game isn't at stake! Got it?"

Phil gulped. "Y-yes, sir," he said. "I... I'll try my best. I've been working on controlling it, and... I think I've got it down to a manageable level. Okay?"

"You'd better have it down, Adler," the coach snorted. "Or else." He turned to the rest of the team. "As for the rest of you... well, just play like you mean it! Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!" The team yelled. With that, they went off, ready to begin. Phil followed behind them, shaking his head.

Mark walked right next to him. "You really think you'll be able to control it this time?" he asked.

"I... honestly, I don't know," replied Phil. "I think I can, but... it's really hard to know for sure. I'd really like to be able to make it through an entire game just once without it happening, though."

"Seriously, though, why does this keep happening to you?" asked Mark. "I mean, I've heard stories of people transforming in the past, but with you... I mean, it's happened to you so many times now that I've completely lost count at this point. Like that giant bald eagle thing that you always turn into... I don't think there's been a single game where that hasn't happened. Not to mention everything else you've been. I mean, there's dragons, cows, orcas, Pokemon... freaking Pokemon!"

Phil shrugged. "Just something about me, I guess," he said. "But it really can't happen tonight. I mean, you saw how serious coach was. If I let it happen... he's going to be seriously upset with me."

"Hey, it's not like there's much he can do to a giant anthropomorphic bald eagle," said Mark. "I mean, you're pretty powerful in that form. You'd completely destroy the other team if they let you stay in!"

"Yeah, I know," replied Phil. "But even so... every time it happens, I feel like I'm letting my team down. I can't exactly play efficiently if I keep getting ejected because I can't control my transformations."

"Well, try not to worry about it too much," said Mark. "Now come on, let's get going!" He ran out onto the field, Phil following closely behind him.

Moments later, the two teams were squaring off in the center of the field. The Eagles had the ball, and Phil was standing in his position, ready to catch it if he was given the chance. But as they were getting ready to start, Phil happened to glance up at the sky. The clouds from earlier had parted, revealing the full moon in all of its glory. Phil had always enjoyed looking at the moon, but this time there was something about it that just made it... stand out so much. Something about its soft, gentle glow made it so... inviting, so alluring. He found himself transfixed onto it, so much that he could hardly even look away. That shine, that glow, that...

"Hey, Phil! Are you just going to space out all night! Come on, we've got a game to win!"

Phil was snapped out of his trance by the voice. "Er, sorry!" he said, turning his attention to the ball. He couldn't afford to lose focus like that, he had to pay attention! There was no way he could help his team otherwise.

As soon as the ball was snapped, Phil quickly ran towards the other team's endzone. If the ball was thrown to him, he needed to be able to catch it, no matter what! Sure enough, the quarterback threw the ball in his direction almost immediately receiving it. Leaping into the air, Phil skillfully caught it, and began running in the direction of the endzone. However, one of the other team's members immediately started running after him, and was quickly catching up. Phil tried running faster, but it was no use; the other guy was already right on his heels. But just as the opposing team member was about to make the tackle, a loud ripping sound suddenly broke through the cheers of the crowd. The next thing the other player knew, he had fallen to the ground, having been knocked off balance by the two massive, brown and white feathered wings that had just sprouted from Phil's back.

But Phil was so focused on getting to the endzone that he barely even noticed what had happened. Running as fast as he could, he finally made it to the goalpost, triumphantly slamming the ball into the ground! Touchdown! Or so he thought... but it was only after he heard the loud booing coming from the crowd and saw the small yellow flags that had been thrown onto the field that he realized what had really happened. He looked behind him... and groaned. He had begun transforming once again.

"Spontaneous transformation!" yelled the referee. "Offense, number 00, Phil Adler! Automatic turnover, first down!"

"Time out!" yelled the coach. He turned to Phil. "Get over here. Now!"

Hanging his head in shame, Phil walked over to where his coach was standing. Already, he could feel his hands changing. The dark yellow scales spreading all over them, his fingernails lengthening into sharp black claws... it was a sensation that he knew all too well. He had failed to stop it from happening, and now he was about to suffer the consequences.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" yelled the coach when Phil finally got to him. "You just had to go and lose control, didn't you? Don't bother thinking about the team, huh?"

"I... I'm sorry, sir," said Phil. He knew that it wasn't really his fault, but it was hard to say that to a man as intimidating as his coach. He bent down, removing his socks and shoes for when his feet started changing. He didn't want to destroy them.

"You listen to me, Adler," the coach growled. "I told you very specifically that I didn't want any of your transformative shenanigans on the field tonight! And yet what do you do anyway? We're barely even a minute in and you've already got us a penalty!

"I know, I know..." said Phil, looking down. "I'm really so- wait, what?" Just like his hands, his feet were slowly being covered by the dark yellow scales, reminiscent of a bird's talons. But other than the the black claws that his toenails were becoming, that was where the resemblance ended. Instead of growing longer, his toes were fusing together and growing thicker, only four remaining on each foot. His feet were also growing larger and longer, throwing him off balance and forcing him to stand on his toes. Other than the scales, his feet more closely seemed to resemble... paws. "Um, Coach?" He asked.

"Don't interrupt me!" yelled the coach. "You know, you just don't think about anyone else, do you? You don't think about me, you don't think about the team... you only think about yourself, don't you?"

But Phil wasn't even listening. He lifted up his shirt, feeling the itching that normally told when his feathers were coming in. But instead of feathers, thick brown fur was sprouting on his torso, and he could feel it spreading across his arms and legs as well. There was another ripping sound as the back of his football shorts tore open, a long, thickly-furred tail growing through them. "Okay... that is definitely not normal..." he said, trying to get a better look at it. He clearly wasn't turning into an eagle... but what was he turning into?

"Ah yes, just going to ignore me now, are you?" yelled the coach, his anger rising. "You're not even listening to me anymore! How am I supposed to work with someone who-" His eyes suddenly widened, as he saw exactly why Phil wasn't listening. "Is that... a tail? Why do you have that?"

"I... I don't know!" cried Phil. He quickly wrapped his arms around himself, feeling the familiar sensation of his muscles growing larger. His arms and legs bulged underneath his clothing, eventually ripping them to the point that they could no longer stay on his body. They fell off his body, leaving him completely naked with nothing but his fur covering his private areas. He was used to this happening though, since it always happened when he turned into an eagle, too.

But the familiarity ended as soon as his face began to change. Instead of white feathers, brown fur began spreading across his face. His ears suddenly began growing larger, pointing and moving to the top of his head. Sharp fangs filled his mouth, replacing his human teeth. Finally, his face began stretching out, forming... some kind of muzzle. Desperate to find out what had happened to him, Phil ran over to the bench, grabbing a mirror and looking into it.

What he saw almost caused him to drop it. He stared at himself... stared at his long canine muzzle, the brown fur, the pointed ears, the sharp teeth... there was no doubt about it. He was a wolf. But wait... wolves didn't have wings. Or yellow scales. But eagles did... so did that mean that he was some kind of wolf-eagle hybrid? He looked in the mirror again, noticing the full moon in the clouds behind him... the moon...

The mirror fell from his hand. And before he knew what he was doing, he raised his head into the sky and let out a long, loud howl.

The moment he did, everything stopped. The people in the crowds gasped, looking for the source of the horrifying sound. And the moment they saw Phil... everyone screamed. While transformation wasn't too uncommon these days, there were people who were still afraid of certain forms. Namely, werewolves. Thanks to how often mainstream media portrayed werewolves as mindless killing machines, many people still thought of them as such. So when a werewolf suddenly appeared in the middle of the stadium, especially one with wings... everyone panicked. People began rushing to get out as quickly as possible, even tripping over one another in the process. Even the football players were panicking!

Phil turned to his coach, only to find that even he had fled out of fear. "Um... guys?" he said looking around. "I'm... I'm not going to hurt anyone, okay? Can you... can you all just calm down for a second?"But no one was listening. Everyone continued panicking, leaving Phil alone to wonder how any of this had happened in the first place.

Meanwhile, just outside the stadium, two figures were watching the entire thing play out on a computer, which connected to a live video feed from inside. One of them, a man wearing a black jacket, grinned. "And there you have it!" he said. "This is exactly what happens when two transformations are triggered at once! And the entire crowd gets to see it too! Isn't it amazing?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's lovely," said the figure next to him sarcastically. He stepped forward, his yellow eyes gleaming. "Now, are you going to give me my money, or not?" He held out his paw, his claws looking even more deadly in the moonlight.

The figure next to him sighed. He pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to the werewolf. "There you go," he said. "You know, I really liked how intimidating you were back there. The way you growled at him, the way you just tore into his arm... you seriously had me thinking that you were going to rip it off!"

The werewolf shrugged. "I have always been one for theatrics," he said, grinning. He lifted a hand-paw up, rubbing his muzzle. "Still, though, that punch really hurt! For a human, he can punch pretty hard."

"Well, he's not a human any more," the man said. "Thanks to you! I really appreciate this, though. This will come a long way in helping my... research."

"Don't mention it, Martin," replied the werewolf. "As long as I get my money, that's all that matters." And with a final nod, the werewolf ran off into the night. Martin watched him go before turning his attention back to the chaos occurring inside the stadium. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head. This was going to be one crazy night, and that was just the way he liked it.