Frank looked down on his leg and saw the small wound.<br/><br/>“Oh that! But that was nothing, just a… dog…” At that point everything got clearer. He really had been bitten by a dog a week before while he had been strolling around downtown. It had come out from no-where bitten him and then run of to gods-know-where. The wound hadn’t been very bad, but it had bled a bit that was all. He had even forgotten about the incident completely up to Gary pointed it out.<br/>“Alright, so one of your kinds turned me into… this? What if I don’t want this? What do I do then?” The mere thought of that someone had taken this decision for him to make him into a werewolf, at the moment he refused to use their word, angered him more then he let out but he could feel his anger rise, almost as bad as it had been during the fight.<br/>