Pack Habits.

When I get home, I expect the usual greetings from my family. Molly will run over and I will scoop her up and give her a squeeze. Chelsea will give me a kiss and then take my bag and coat. Ellis will grunt at me, but that’s all he usually does anyway. They will all be happy to see me, and it will make up for all the crap I have to deal with all day.
On top of everything else, tonight is very special, because tonight is family night. Tonight is Pack Night. Tonight is the Full Moon. All day I have been thinking of how wonderful it will be when I get home. Just come in, sit right down, have a cocktail and wait for the fun to begin.
Tonight is different than what I’m expecting. I walk up to the door and notice that it has been kicked open. I smell silver immediately. It’s a stench you cannot miss when you are like us. Molly and Ellis are in small steel cages, lined with silver. Chelsea has been shot and is completely gone.
Hunters.
They do this sometimes. Track our family’s and then kill the parents, leave the little ones for their ‘games’.
One of the group of hunters is laying on our dining room table having had his throat ripped out by Molly, judging by the blood on her face.
One of the men, big and stinking of bourbon, strides over and tries to put the butt of his rifle against my skull and give me a good bash, but he doesn’t know what I’m capable of. The change comes quickly for me. It’s never obvious to merely human eyes. One moment a crushed man with his family dead or in cages enters and in another moment an eight foot monster is there where the man used to be.
I take the big man and fling him out the front door. I hear his bones crunch as he hits the ground. The others scramble with their big hunting rifles, but those are not ideal close combat weapons. I dispatch three of them with one swipe. I hear the jingling of keys on the last hunter and grab him. He wets himself as I rip his arm off and put the keys to the cages in his removed hand. I turn back to human form and unlock the cages releasing my son and daughter who immediately change and go to their mother.
Between them, they can ‘wake’ her. Then she too is back, slightly dazed from her trip into death, but the beast in us cannot be killed, only stunned by the silver.
I begin to look for wallets and ID. I hope that there are addresses. I’m beginning to be awfully hungry for humans.