"Shit" Hayden said as he panted, out of breath from being chased for three city blocks. Luckily he had a lot of energy. He cast his eyes to the wound on his shoulder. It was still bleeding and had stained that area of his shirt crimson. He stood, but immediately fell against the door due to the sudden dizzying sensation swirling within his head. "That's not good. That is REALLY not good." He muttered to himself as he stumbled into the kitchen of his parents' home. Turning on the cold water, he splashed some onto his face to bring some sense back into his mind.

Once he had accomplished that, he turned the faucet to hot and soaked a nearby rag before washing the wound.. While he may not be able to stop the curse from spreading, he could at least stop an infection from forming. after all, he couldn't go to a doctor. What would he say? 'Yeah, my shoulder was mauled by a giant werewolf and now I'm cursed.' That was just asking for reservations to a padded room.

Suddenly he felt a burning sensation in his eyes and he dropped the rag he was holding before pressing his hands to his eyes as he stumbled around blindly. Soon the pain disappeared as swiftly as it had come. and Hayden could only wonder what had happened. He quickly ran up to the washroom and looked into the mirror, surprised at what he saw. His eyes had changed from brown to yellow! Ok, it was definitely time for coloured contacts if he didn't want to be chased by a torch and pitchfork wielding mob. "Damnit." Hayden groaned, leaning against the wall behind him and staring at the figure in the mirror. He could already imagine the obstacles he'd confront in the future. Full moons were especially going to be a problem, and he doubted that he'd be able to tell any of his friends about this.

After a short amount of time he pushed off of the wall and quickly bandaged his shoulder before leaving the room. before leaving the washroom. He quickly changed into clean clothes before grabbing his wallet and heading out the front door of the house. He descended the front steps and turned to look at his house. It seemed like a silly thing to do, but if something happened to him he at least wanted to burn the details of his childhood home into his mind. After a few moments, he turned and walked down the street. The dark night closing in until he could no longer be seen.