He parked his white camaro in an old parking lot. He stepped out and locked the door, then began walking through the parking lot, his pale blue eyes scanned the environment as he walked, and the only sound was his footsteps on the asphalt. He could feel the transformation happening and wanted to be alone the air around him was starting to vibrate. He knew it would be easier to catch the killer in wolf form, the same killer that had been scaring residents of this city for the past two months, and the same killer who had killed his father and who would be facing a very painful death when caught in his vicious teeth. The air began to almost whirr in his ears now. His fingers felt numb and he could feel a loud pop in his knee and he collapsed to the floor kneeling, his hair growing longer; his skin felt tight like skinny jeans. He mumbled, “This never gets any easier,” he felt the hair grow out of his head and everywhere else. He felt a protrusion on his face and looked down to see his muzzle beginning to grow. His bones began to pop and grind as they reformed into an entirely different form. Once the transformation was complete a huge gleaming snow white wolf stood alone in the parking lot. He sniffed the air and growled again, then took off in a different direction from where he was headed.