Nightwolf Part 3

Part 3

Meanwhile back in Kevin’s room his father had tossed him onto the bed. He leapt onto his son and used his knees to pin him down. His smacks landed hard on his son’s face as he beat him.
“So you like fucking slaves huh?” his father growled.
Kevin remained perfectly silent and starred up into his father’s empty eyes with a deep and passionate hatred. He hated his father, he always had. His father in return smacked him again.
“Challenge me will you?” he growled deeply and began the turn. Medium length dark hair began sprouting from his body, his face began to turn into a muzzle, and before long Kevin was pinned down by the large, black anthro wolf that was his father. His yellow eyes and long white fangs stood out harshly against the black void that was his fur. He placed his hands on his son’s wrist and pinned him down as his muzzle lowered and his teeth closed around his son’s neck. He pinned him there, not quiet breaking the delicate skin on his son’s throat.
“Challenge me like that again and you will regret it you mutt.” His favor spoke around his throat.
Not to be out done, Kevin began to turn as well. He looked strikingly like his father except where his father was solid black Kevin was white, and his father’s haunting yellow eyes were replaced by his long dead mothers pale blue. His father did not take this well. He grabbed his son and tossed him against the wall. With a loud slam his son’s body struck the wall and shook it. A symphony of shattering glass followed as beautiful pieces of glass art work fell and met their demise against the cold wooden floor. This only served to enrage Kevin even further. He lunged at his father and caught his muzzle with a right hook. His father tumbled off the bed, but quickly pulled himself up, and spat blood on to the floor.