Wolf Asteroid: Fantasy

I felt my blood boil and my spine coil. I arched my neck up to the sky, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and ruffle. My fingers cracked and popped like the best, most satisfying knuckle-crack you've ever done, and claws shot out the edges. I had maybe two minutes to realize what was happening--or at least what I thought was happening--and make myself safe, or at least make my kids safe from me. I had no idea how strong I'd be, or if I'd still be smart enough to undo locks, but I did what I could and dragged them into the garage and locked them in the car, then locked the garage, and then hurled myself down into the basement and pushed the worktable in front of the door. I vaguely realized that I couldn't have moved the worktable on my own before, and I wondered if it would be enough to keep me in. It wasn't. I have only fragmented memories of the rest of the night. I remember finding the bag of dog food under the sink and thinking it was the best granola I'd ever eaten. I remember Rex confronting me, stiff-legged. I remember him rolling onto his back and submitting, and I remember deciding not to rip his throat out. Good Rex. Smart Rex. I remember breaking the front porch window and bolting out onto the street to go for a nice run and chase the cars.


Inspiration: "Werewolf, Baby!" - Rob Zombie
Story potential: Medium
Notes: Triggered by, say, an asteroid that only comes close and swings into an accelerating orbit every however often. Instead of the moon. So suddenly there *are* werewolves. Go go gadget mayhem!