Benji grabbed the food and followed Willa outside. He sat beside her in the grass, trying focus on the moment and relax some. He watched as clouds and birds went by and as the moon started to rise. The moonlight calmed him a great deal, he thought for a moment about saying something to Willa but she appeared to be sleeping and decided not to bother her. 

He smelled the booze on the man as he approached and Benji tensed up as he kept an eye on the man. The second and larger man was quickly behind him and the man smashed a bottle across his head as Benji turned to face him. The first man went after Willa as Benji struggled to his feet. He swung at the second man knocking him back and grabbed the mans arm as he swung the broken bottle at him. He twisted the mans arm until he dropped the bottle and kicked it away from the assailant and knocked the man to the ground with a punch that broke the mans nose. 

Benji heard Willa scream and that was enough for him to let go of control. He hadn't planned on killing the men, he thought that might upset Willa, but any plans of mercy quickly left his mind. He relinquished himself to the wolf and strength, power, and rage took him over. He snarled but suppressed the urge to howl, not wanting to attract onlookers. His bones stretched, broke, and reformed as his appearance radically changed. The transformation was quick, violent and painful. His skin gave way to thick gray fur, he grew razor sharp teeth and claws, and fervid yellow eyes. His shirt hung around him in ribbons, his jeans torn in several places ended above his calves, and his shoes were completely shredded by his now large and wolf like feet and claws. 

He focused his attention and rage at the first man he saw who had grabbed Willa's foot. He grabbed the man by the shoulder, dug his claws into the man, and tossed him several feet away. His attention focused back on the on the the second man and quickly pinned him to the ground, his claws digging into the mans shoulders. His teeth snapped, going for the throat as the man fought desperately to keep Benji's fangs from finding flesh. Benji snarled and growled as the man clawed at his face and snout. The man grabbed a nearby shard of glass and drove it deep into Benji's side, gaining just enough time to squirm his way out Benji's grasp. He chased after the second man and quickly ended his life with a powerful swipe. He then locked eyes with the first man and prepared to pounce. 

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Charlie was seated at a table with a few of the other guys, including Murphy, playing a game Charlie vaguely remembered from college called Asshole. Charlie was really enjoying the sense of comradery shared by his new co-workers. He didn't really party much when he was in college, he was always busy with class and had felt like he missed out most of the fun part of college. Here he felt like he really belonged, they didn't mind that he had some doubts and his colleagues had all be willing to reassure him of the importance of their work. It was Charlie's turn to play a card but he was distracted by one of the bartenders. He watched as the average looking man toughed the pint glasses and caused them to frost over.

“Any day Charlie.” Murphy said.

“Check that guy out, I'm pretty sure he just frosted those glasses with magic.” Charlie said in a hushed tone. 

“Nice work, you've spotted a witch.” Dr. Randall said. 

“Warlock, dude witches are warlocks right. Could be a frost dragon or something else?” Murphy asked. 

“Who cares what it is, someone tell Dr. West. We catch a subject quietly and West gives us a raise.” Fisher, from security, responded. 

“Good point.” Murphy said as he went to inform Dr. West, who sat watching a boxing match with some of the older scientists. Charlie could see a pleased smile on West's face as Murphy talked to him.