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>You spend 1 Will. Your Will is current 0/10.
Before your mom can finish calling the cops, your bones start to crunch and your flesh shifts. She screams and staggers back, falling flat on her ass and dropping the phone. All of the clothes that you just put on flop uselessly off of your body, as they don't exactly fit your new shape. You'll need to figure out a solution to this problem - you can't keep on having a wardrobe malfunction every time that you change form.
By the time that your transformation comes to an end, your mother is just gawking at you in horror as you just stand there on all fours. Where there was once her son, there is now a wolf. You're not sure how you feel about the fact that you can literally smell her fear and bewilderment, along with so much else.
"Oh shit," she mumbles as she stares at you, bug-eyed. "Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck..." In an effort to try and alleviate her concerns, you revert back to your human form. As soon as your paws transform back into fingers, you grab your clothes and hurriedly put them on again. "So you... The police told me that a bear that killed those boys but... That was you, wasn't it?" You don't like the way that your mom is looking at you. She's not angry any more, she's afraid.
"Ma, listen, I don't even know what happened. If I did it, I wasn't myself. You know me, I'd never do something like that!" A little bit of desperation creeps into your voice. Other than your mom, there's no one you can turn to. If she thinks you're a murderer, where the hell do you go from here? "Please, you gotta believe me! I didn't want any of this to happen!"
"I know. I didn't raise a killer. It's just... This is a lot to take in." She rubs her temple with one hand as she uses the other to push her back to her feet. She's having a hard time processing this, and for good reason. "But you gotta go to the cops, Sam."
"What? Why?"
"Listen, you're not gonna be in any trouble," she insists. "No one thinks you killed them. Everyone's saying it was a bear. But there's a lot of folks out there looking for you. Hell, there's a photo of you all over the news right now. You gotta put this to rest. You don't have to do it now, you can just... show up in the morning when you're ready, alright? All I know is there's no way in hell you can go back to a normal life if the whole town thinks you're dead."
>Hand yourself in tonight. You better get this out of the way, as quickly and painlessly as possible.
>Hand yourself in tomorrow morning. You need time to come up with a plausible cover story.
>You can't stay here. Not after everything you've done and everything you've learned. You've got to leave.
