Zachariah couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dagger had changed, had shifted. And his wolf a beautiful rustic red, his eyes those glowing emerald green. Dagger was a werewolf and a pure breed from what Zachariah could see. Henry turned right, throwing Dagger and Zachariah into the car windows. Dagger let out a yelp, then a growl.

"Sorry!" Henry said. Dagger snarled again. Zachariah couldn't take his eyes off of the small wolf in the back seat. Dagger was beautiful in all aspects. From his eyes to his fur, to his size. Zachariah felt longing towards Dagger. What that feeling ment, he didn't know. That same feeling to protect and a strong feeling of comfort when he was around Dagger. The car gave a jolt as Henry slammed on the brakes. Zachariah glanced at his father. Henry's eyes were glowing. A full moon affected purebred dominates as well as those who were at age for their first shift. Rick was a human. His smell gave that away, but Dagger's mom. Who was she? And how does she fit the puzzle? There were to many question's. Question's that Zachariah wanted answered. Henry sped off onto a dirt road. A warning sign posted on a tree. Howling could be heard from miles away. Henry slammed on the brakes, throwing the boys forward again.

"Zach," Henry gasped, "get Dagger's door." Zachariah got out of the car and went to open Dagger's door. Dagger flew out of the door. A growl erupted from him as his paws landed on the ground.

"I said I was sorry!" Henry yelped. Zachariah rolled his eyes at his father. Zachariah glanced at his father. Henry was stripping off his dress suit, he gave his son a sheepish smile when he noticed Zachariah's raised eyebrow.

"Best way to teach them is in wolf form!" Henry chide. Zachariah shrugged and began doing the same. He shrugged off his coat and shirt. A long snake tattoo wrapped around his chest. Its tail curling into his pants and its mouth snapping at his neck. A crest moon was branded on his left shoulder, glowing in the rich moonlight. 

After all of his clothes were off, Zachariah shifted. He was a large pure black wolf with thick fur. Muscles rippled under his pelt as he moved. Dagger was tiny compared to Zachariah; who stood, menacing over the small wolf.