That's right. I'm a friend.
I'm a... cousin, really.

And I'm here to help you last out the night. I think we've got a minute before we're going to have to get away from here, so just keep breathing slowly and try to calm down.

You might have known this was coming. Was it the dreams? Sometimes it's the dreams - dreams of running on all fours, smelling blood from miles away, the moonlight Or maybe it was the other kids. Did they treat you differently, like they could somehow see something dangerous about you? That'll happen, too. And it all got worse as you got older. Once you started getting into your teenage years, the dreams got worse, and you started to feel something bottled up inside you. Your classmates avoided you. Maybe teachers thought you were acting funny, and they started asking if you were on drugs. And the pressure inside kept building.

Yeah, I know the story. Particularly the next part. You got pushed too far. Something inside you snapped. The next thing you knew, you were covered in blood, standing in a pile of guts and flesh and bone that used to be a person - or people.

It's okay! It's okay. This time, it's okay. The people here were trying to kill you. It was you or them. You did good. You just need to learn a little more control

No, we can't go back. Your old life's dead - and if they catch us, there's a fair chance that your new life won't last much longer. They'll probably have silver this time.

You don't know why you just shuddered when I said that, do you? Or maybe you've guessed by now?

You've just gone through your First Change.

You're a werewolf.