Alexander slowly lowered the phone into the cradle. He turned his head slowly to the door, his long hair falling into his eyes as they seemed to change color and glare into nothingness. "That girl..." he murmured to himself in a speculating voice.<br/><br/>Daniel glared at them, and narrow his eyes menacingly. "So, tell me then..." he said in a commanding tone. His father was losing patience, that much was obvious, but he shook his head and sat back into his seat once more. "You are exactly what your brother said earlier son, a werewolf so to speak. Although we prefer subtler terms..." he mumbled, glaring at Zack whom just rolled his eyes and look away. Daniel snorted contempt at them, and gripped the end of the couch. "So, you expect me to believe this?" he asked, "You expect me to believe this crazy explanation!?" he shouted.<br/><br/>In that instant, he felt pain grip his heart, and he gasped. "B- but, not again!" he growled. His family quickly came to his side, his brother Zack staying where he was while his mother dabbed his head with her shirt. "We are so sorry from keeping this from you honey!" she murmured lovingly. His father was not as lovey, but he grabbed his sons arm, brushing his semi long gold hair back in a single sweep. His father then scratched his stubbled chin before saying anything, almost as though he was thinking. "Son, you should just let it go, if you change... it will feel much better on you, I promise it won't hurt," he said to Daniel.