*6 hours before the full moon*

"Come on and help me out tonight," he said to me. I looked at Derek in annoyance. We were only beginning to speak again and this was a lot to ask. I mean, I had to rescue him at a dress party not too long ago. Though that was somewhat messed up as it was. I'm somewhat drunk and here I see Derek literally turning into a werewolf while kissing our team's quarterback....you just can't make this stuff up. It's like a monster mash soap opera.

I'll admit I've been drinking too much lately. It's not exactly easy to learn that your best friend is a werewolf. Even more than that, I'm sort of jealous. Not that I want to be a werewolf, but more like, I can see what it's done to Derek. Despite his...affliction...it's given him a lot of positives. He's surpassed everyone in speed and strength on the football field. I've noticed his muscles have gotten bigger and more toned. I used to be the one who outmatched him at the gym and now, it's like we never were in competition. Even on the field he's gotten to be the player to beat, which I often wonder is Derek really Derek when we play. I could have swore one time during practice that I saw claws torn out of his cleats. I guess I'll never really know for sure.

"Dude," he told me. "This will be my first full moon since the first time I transformed. It would be great to not be alone during this."

"Where would we even be?"

"My place. My family won't be home tonight."

"You do realize that you're not going to be safe and that puts my life in danger?"

"That's why you're going to chain me up in my bedroom before it happens. It happened around midnight last time, so as long as I'm chained up by then we are ok." He looked at me with his perfect eyes and flashed an embarrassed smile. "Least you can say I make this interesting in your life."

"Right, seeing my friend become a monster is just the highlight of my day," I said sarcastically.

"Ethan," he said seriously. "I am going to transform tonight with or without you. If you haven't noticed, I can barely keep this controlled already. Meaning, I am no match once the full moon comes out."

I sat back in my chair. "What do you propose?"

"I don't care. We can play board game for all I care. Once I feel it coming, you chain me up and just make sure I stay safe during the night...and I'll make you breakfast in the morning."

I laughed. "From the kill you'll be doing during the night?" Derek burst out laughing and I started to as well.

*4 hours before the full moon*

I arrived at Derek's place with Monopoly and Battleship. Derek stared at me curiously when I walked in. "I was joking about the board games," he muttered.

It was barely inside his home when it hit me. There was something about Derek that I liked. I was suddenly seeing him in a different way. I particularly liked what he was wearing, a tank top that was borderline tight that showed off his abs and his shoulders and arms hung freely so that they could be admired. He was also wearing shorts that showed off his perfectly sculpted legs and amazing bubble butt. I realized I was sweating as I was staring at him. Even though I'm not gay, I wanted to touch him. I shook my head to shake away the thoughts. "Woah," I exclaimed.

"What?"

"You know that myth that werewolves cause endorphins or whatever and make people want them....yeah, you're doing that now."

"You want me?"

"I'm not gay but yeah."

Derek walked towards me and stop just inches from me. My adrenaline was pumping hardcore. His lips were so close to mine. He reached down and interlaced our hands. I could have sworn was somewhat growling as he did it. He looked me in the eyes as they flashed yellow for a brief second. "It would be our secret," he said.

I pulled myself away immediately and backed away from Derek, who looked like he had just fallen out of a spell. He appeared confused. "Derek," I managed. "Let's not complicate things. Remember you're with Brandon. Don't let your wolf urges control you."

Derek shuffled back, looking embarrassed. "Sorry," he muttered.

I picked up the dropped board games off the floor, holding them up for him to see, "Monopoly?"

*1 Hour before Full Moon*

We were in the middle of our game when I began to wonder if this was all some big joke. I mean, was it possible? I glanced over my shoulder and could see the full moon was starting to emerge from the nighttime clouds. I glanced back and noticed that Derek had paused in his action. He was staring at the board, but I could tell he wasn't focused. Something was bothering him. He glanced up at me and I saw it. His eyes were changing color. His blue eyes were drifting away and in exchange was a gold yellow color.

He yelped in what sounded like pain and he hunched over. I leaned in to see what was happening and to my horror I realized the nails on his hands were extending, pushing upwards into what looked like sharp claws. His palms were darkening in color and pushing upwards like pads. There was already hair beginning to poke out over his hands. For a brief moment he held up his clawed hands in front of his face as if he hadn't registered what was happening. I immediately wrapped my arms around Derek and helped him to his feet, practically shoving him towards the stairs. He had told me this would happen later in the night. I knew I should have trusted my instincts and chained him up immediately.

As I was holding him, I could feel his muscles convulsing. They were all trembling at once. Derek was already sweating through his tank and shorts, making it hard for me to hold him up. Fur was beginning to spout from his chest, back, and arms. Even more shocking to me was how massive his arms were becoming. His already bulging biceps were expanding as I helped him and his back muscles were pushing out and starting to strain his tank top. Derek stopped as he moaned in pain, gripping the wall. His claws tore into the wall as if it were nothing.

Derek fell to his knees when he screamed upwards towards the ceiling. His scream became mangled as his throat began to shift and it veered into more of an animalistic snarl. His teeth cracked into sharp canine jaws and his molars extended downwards into lethal fangs. Derek held his mammoth wolf claws in front of his shifting face and he screamed again, but it was more of a snarl. Fur was beginning to sprout on his face, taking away his baby face in exchange to a beastly being. I also noticed the cartilage at the top of his ears had grown pointed and were currently extending upwards into huge pointed ears.

I could barely scoop up Derek because he had grown so big in size that it was difficult to put my arms around him. Also I was terrified of him scratching or biting me. I did not want this to happen to me. I was happy enough being the sidekick who had to deal with this craziness than being the actual one enduring this.

I was literally pushing him up the stairs as his shorts began to split along their sides because Derek's thighs has grown double in size with the muscle bulging as it grew. His legs were steadily covered with thick fur that was covering his flesh. I heard a tear and glanced down to see his feet had grown so much that the front of his feet had torn through his white socks. Fur was already busting out of the seams of his socks. The front of his feet from the torn socks were covered in fur and growing further length-wise. His toe nails were yellow in color and extended into sharp talons. By this point Derek was growling and further losing himself.

With all of my might, I pushed Derek - or what was left of Derek - up the remainder of the stairs and into the first room, which was, thankfully, his room. I shoved him to the floor, to which he landed hard on his back. I grabbed the chains he had told me were nearby just as Derek rolled onto all fours. The back of his shorts ripped open as a thick tail erupted into view. His tank top shredded off his body as his chest furthered barreled out. He was barely human any longer.

I threw myself behind him, wrapping the chain hard and tight against what was once my best friend. I double, then triple wrapped them, hoisting them back against the steel radiator that was supposed to hold him firm for the rest of the night.

I dashed to the side, confident I had him secured. Derek's shorts tore off him as his wolf body finished shifting. Then Derek's face stretched forward all at once, elongating into a wolf muzzle. The transformation was complete. The full moon had claimed Derek and he was a werewolf for the night. Derek the werewolf stared at me with his sharp yellow wolf eyes and then howled.

***The Next Morning**

I woke up downstairs on the couch. After the howl, I was done for the night. I went downstairs and crashed on the couch. I was confident I had tightened the chains hard enough. Considering the fact that I woke up alive, I think I was effective. Nonetheless, I woke up to the sound of Derek's voice shouting for me. "You can untie me now!" He was shouting.

I went upstairs and walked into the somewhat tarnished room. In the corner was Derek, looking puny in comparison to the previous night, chained against the radiator. He was completely naked and had obviously tried to grab a nearby blanket to cover himself, but failed. I stood over him in judgment. He could see I was somewhat irritated.

"Untie me and I'll buy you some IHOP," he said, trying to break the tension between us.

Who was I to say no to free pancakes?