Zack took one massive step onto the stairs, the wood creaking so loudly with the weight there was doubt whether it would hold him or not. Suddenly, he felt himself grow eager with bloodlust... the urge to kill and protect his sibling, the urge to<span style="color: #FF0000">murder</span>. He flexed his powerful legs, and the six foot eight inches tall werewolf burst forward with incredible speed. His hands breaking clean threw the railing, and his jaws open... saliva dripping an acrid ichor. He just rounded the stairs, the human girl was in sight and so was a man... but he only cared about the girl at the moment. He saw there bows, but it just intensified his urges. A howl so loud it shook the floor erupted, and he stopped. Inches from the face of both humans. He was the fastest werewolf in the family... so it was no surprise he was so quick... though that blood curdling yowl stopped him. Zack's silver eyes froze as he stared first at the father, and then the girl Gina. Zack felt his eyes flex with panic, his eyes dilating with worry. Even a monster... could have panic for an expression it seemed.<br/><br/>Zack pushed past his fear, and moved to claw at the girl...<br/>--<br/>Daniel felt his throat closing up after the howl, his clothing was stretching in each fibre. Yet through his fear, his rage was stronger. His eyes went bloodshot, and he felt himself grow so big that his shirt tore at the seams. Even his jeans ripped, turning to shreds. Almost instantly, he felt the fur erupt from him, his face elongating. There was barely any time, yet he ran to the door of the house and ran into it full force, the door breaking not just off its hinges, but splitting and splintering in many areas. He saw his brother ready to swing at Gina... and he glared... running for his sibling.<br/>--<br/>Almost instantly after the sound of the door, he stopped and turned his head, eyes widening in distress. Zack moved to communicate with his brother, but that was when he made his fatal mistake. At the look of his brothers werewolf form, Zacks wolfen jaw dropped in surprise. Daniel was a whole seven foot four inches tall. His brothers pelt was rippling muscle fixed with black fur. His neck, practically a main of fur, he highly doubted he could get his sharp teeth around his own brothers throat without choking if he wanted too. Daniel was like the founder of the Weylyns from stories... and the founder was more vicious in his form then any other wolf.<br/><br/>His brother was bound to kill him, and Zack knew that as Daniel grabbed Zack by the throat and kept running, Zack felt himself being picked up with only some effort , Daniels arm rippling even bigger with the weight, and smashed into what appeared to be a fridge... the whole thing caved in around Zack, and even the blow made Zack feel pain when werewolves usually were fine unless hit by silver.