*Zac*
"You want a beer ?" Martin asks from the refrigerator.

I make a disgusted face and shake my head.

"Well what the fuck, it has to be 5 o'clock somewhere right ?" He say grabbing three beers anyway.

"I am not going to drink any more of that shit". I glare at them, sitting down with my arms crossed on my chest.

"Come on ! We are pulling Your leg. We haven't slipped you anything. Everything that is happening to you, has happened to us when we turned sixteen". Martin said, opening a beer.

Jonas shakes his head no, when Martin offers him a beer. Then he looks at me for a long time, asking very seriously. "You don't remember anything at all from last night ?"

Opposite Martin who posses the maturity of a ten year old Jonas is cool enough and he Seem to better understand what I am going through right now. At least he is not looking at me like I am some kind of piss as kid.

"I only remember barbecuing and having some beers". I say. "Then I went to the toilet. I must have hit the bed right after, because all I remember is that crazy dream".

"And what if I tell you that it wasn't a dream ? Are you going to stay here and calmly listen ?" Jonas ask not moving a muscle.

I scrunch up my forehead and look at my uncles. Then I swallow. "Okay".

"It was all real what you experienced last night. We were talking when you started feeling sick and the transformation started". Jonas goes on.

"Transformation ?"

"Yup and you ran like you had the devil on Your heels before we could talk to you. So we had to go after you. You were heading towards town and that would have ended in a bloodbath". Jonas look at me, waiting for a reaction.

"The transformation ?" I stupidly repeat. I must have heard wrong. Wasn't Jonas supposed to be the mature one here ?

"Yes Einstein, the transformation" Martin leans over the table, looking at me with a provoking grin. His eyes have changed to a golden nuance and his pupils was dilated, almost like a.. a dogs ?

With a rather girlish screech I push the chair back, trying to get on my feet to Martins enjoyment. But I am getting nowhere as Jonas has grabbed my arm, keeping me there. "Great ! Just scare the shit out of the poor kid, that is sure to make him accept thing. Idiot !"

"What ? He might as well see what is happening. He is going to freak no matter how long and Nice a speech you give him". Martin was shaking with laughter, throwing his feet up on the table.

"Fine ! Then you can take over from here and you can go catch him when he runs". Jonas sigh and let go of my arm.

"That's a deal". Martin pulled his feet down and took a sip of his beer. "Yesterday you transformed into a werewolf for the first time. You see it's this little trick we can in our family and well now it's Your turn. Se was it it that bad ?" He looked at Jonas who was shaking his head resignedly.

Both men turn to look at me, like they are waiting for the words to sink in. But I am just staring at them. My voice is a whisper. "I think I could use that beer now".

"Oh stop it kid". Martin hands me the beer. "We have talked about this several times".

"That I would probably get as big as you one day, yeah. But not that I would turn into a werewolf first". I cradle my head. "I refuse to believe that I am sitting here having such a fucked up thing".

"What Martin is trying to say, is that we have tried to prepare you to our best ability". Jonas said. "We wasn't sure it would happen to you. So we felt it was best not revealing to much".

"You said that this happened to you when you were 16. Why is it happening to me now then ? I mean I am almost 19". I ask.

"You must have locked it somehow. We weren't sure that you would change at all. But the last couple of months we have noticed you starting to change, so we went here just in case". Jonas say.

I try to remember. Did anything special,happen when I was about 16 ? Not as far as I remembered. "Wait". It suddenly dawns on me. "That's when he died, a couple of months before my birthday". I feel a small stab in my heart.

"Dad ? Your grandfather. Yeah that could be what stopped you from changing back then". Jonas say. "It hit you pretty hard right ? Well it hit all of us badly to be honest". His jaw strains as he looks away.

"But why now then ?" I can see Jonas needs a moment to collect himself. So reluctantly I look at Martin. "What is different now ?"

"It could be due to the full moon being so close to summer solstice. It should be something special. Maybe the pull is stronger, dragging out the wolf". Martin shrugs. "I can feel it takes more for me to control the wolf".

"Me too". Jonas say. "No matter what, the wolf is out the bag so to say and you will transform again tonight at midnight, maybe even before now when you body knows what to do".

I let out a groan and take a big swig of my beer, glaring at both Jonas and Martin who has a sneaky grin on his face. The wolf. They had said it like it was a person on it's own, living inside them. I got fucking chills all the way down in my arse thinking about Martins yellow eyes. I put the beer down, my eyes falling on my arms. I ball up my fist and instantly my arm bulge with muscles.

"So the big secret I have been waiting for is that I turn into a freaking dog at night ?" I say meekly. "Why don't I remember it ?"

"It will come.. slowly. At some point you will get it totally under control, and be able to change at will or not change". Jonas say.

"You Sound like it is some party trick or something. Like the wolf are just a halloween costume. Doesn't it worry you that it isn't exactly natural ?my voice breaks and I bide my teeth together hard not to let the lump in my throat win. Hell no I am not going to sit here and cry in front of those assholes.

"We are taking it very serious. That is why we brought you here. We need you to gain control without running amok in a city full of people. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from.. uhm hunting them".

"Clearly ! Well isn't this going to be so much fun ?" I mumble sarcastically taking a sip of my beer. The sour liquet flush the lump in my throat down and I quickly take another sip, hoping to keep it down.

"That the spirit princess. Lean back and enjoy the ride". Martin say grinning. "So what are we going to do tonight ? Now when you have hunted and eaten an elk. What do,you want to try tonight ?"

The beer spray from my mouth like a sprinkler when I realise what the weird metallic taste I had woke up with in my mouth had been. With a rattling cough I jump from the chair and run to the bathroom just in time to hit the toilet. First comes the sour beer and then a reddish brown, soggy mass that only made me puke even more. I start to bawl like a baby. It's just too much to take in at one time. It is to unreal and completely sick. I am stuck up here with those to idiot in the dog kennel from hell and they are trying to convince me that I am one of them. Panic spreads through me.

Fucking yellow eyes, blood pudding in the toilet and Flash fucking Gordon speed !

I sniffle and dry my mouth with the backside of my hand. Stumbling I get to my feet and make sure I don't look into the toilet at the disgusting meat sauce, quickly flushing. It is to dangerous to stay here if that monster from my dreams are really Martin. I need to find some way to escape.

Be cool ! I look at my puffy eyes in the mirror, breathing in deeply.

A plan starts to form and I try to breath as calmly as possible, while brushing my teeth. When I can clearly hear them through the way, they can most probably hear me too.
 
Acting as natural as possible I go into my room, letting my backpack drop on the bed, hoping they think it is me. I stand for a moment, listening. Judging on their conversation they are not paying much attention to me. I focus on keeping control and breathing slowly walking to the window. Luckily it is already open. Carefully I swing out my legs. Listening carefully again, no they are still talking. I slide down on the ground and run full speed into the forest.

Without a clear goal I just run, expecting them to catch up every moment and force me back to the cabin. But I am almost a kilometer away when I hear them call for me. I feel doubt and stop. Am I doing the right thing ? Am I more safe with them after all ? I remember the sick look in Martins eyes as they changed and I start running again. Nope I am not dealing with the wolf. If I can just get away from them this freaking Hemlock Grove shit will surely stop.