Oh, fuck.<br/><br/>Those two syllables ran rampantly through Charles' mind when Elena had wandered inside of the room. And Nina had taken it... So well. His face was slowly warping back to normal now; He didn't trust himself to speak yet, so the only sound coming from his mouth- or his face- was the sickening snap of cartilage rearranging itself inside of his face.<br/><br/>Turning to Elena, he held one hand up, palm facing out, a neutral gesture asking that she please, please do not freak out, but clearly she was hyperventilating and ready to explode into a furious scream. Things were just not looking very good. Then one of the other sisters, Danielle, had peeked into the room as well. He didn't know the Callaways very well... But Charles got the feeling she wasn't just going to take this sitting down. She was going to overreact, badly.<br/><br/>Charles was perhaps not the greatest quick decision maker in the history of mankind. But it was probably the right decision, in retrospect. He turned from Nina, from Elena and Danielle and bolted to the window, barreling through the glass with a crash louder than Elena's stifled scream. The glass bit at his skin and tore the clothes he still wore. His clothes were more easily shredded as his body expanded outwards, growing strong muscles and long, shaggy fur. Charles' heart pounded at a million miles per second as he bolted away from the Callaway household, at first sort of galloping on his two semi-human legs. Then, the transformation was beginning to take a hold of him, and he was bolting on all fours now, darting between tall Sequoia trees and leaping over brush stands.<br/><br/>He didn't even know which direction he was going, but Charles could smell the water to the west; To the west would be the campgrounds. The others would help him, would protect him from his terrible mistake. They would help him figure out who was responsible for wrecking his car, and nearly killing Nina.