AN: Hello again! Posting ANOTHER story! I've been really wanting to share stories, so here ya go! Again, RumbleRoar846 is always my super!muse and helps me with EVERYTHING imaginable in my stories!

Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, sadly enough.

"A man who's pure of heart, and says his prayers by night,

May still become a wolf

When the autumn moon is bright."

– Florence and the Machine, "Howl"

Logan POV

You know your life is getting crazy when you start hallucinating huge dogs in the Palm Woods Park. Too much practicing? Not enough sleep? Both?

"Earth to Logan, pay attention!"

"Wha-? Sorry James. I keep getting distracted." I hated losing focus. But I needed to figure this out. Sure, there's strays in LA, but not as big as those things were.

"Well, while you're in dream land over there, people have been seeing these huge dog things over at the park and I'd rather not run into one and damage this." He says as he does his "The Face" thing.

Usually, Kendall would be jumping all over this and forming a master plan by now. But today, he stayed quiet, silently wolfing down his pancakes.

Carlos' face lit up as he obtained an idea, jumping up on his chair. "Dude! We can totally help trap them! Like before! We ROCKED at dog catching back in Minnesota!" He nudged James on the shoulder and James' face lit up at the idea of an adventure.

"Why don't we just let them do whatever? They aren't hurting anything." Everybody paused. We all stared at Kendall like he grew a second head. Since when did he not want to form a master plan? "What?" He stared at us, one eyebrow lifted.

"Are you sick or something, dude?" James asked. Immediately his mom materialized out of nowhere and stuck a thermometer in his mouth and her hand on his forehead. Mama Knight missed mothering her babies. Kendall looked un-amused.

"Kendall! Goodness, why didn't you say anything? Your temperature is through the roof! You don't look very good either." He really didn't look good, he looked like crap. His hair was ruffled in all different directions and he had dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm fine mom; I just got a little headache." Kendall whined.

Mama Knight looked at him suspiciously. "Alright. But the second you feel more under the weather you come home and rest, we don't want your migraines to start again. I'll get you some Tylenol." Kendall accepted that but didn't look happy about it.

I looked at my watch, "Jeez guys we got to get to Rocque Records! We're already gonna be late!"