No they are too strong!

As he fought his feelings of anger and pain, images started flashing before his eyes.

At first he saw a huge man with long unkempt auburn hair and hazel eyes, his muscular body and hard cut, unshaven face were covered in dozens of scars both deep and shallow. He only wore a pair of brown pants and was grinning at Barry raising his fists as if preparing for a fight. Within a flash he was on his knees, his face bloodied and bruised, with a large gash above his right eye, he exposed his throat to Barry. As he spoke his words were a deep growl with a hard Scottish accent.

“Arright lad, I will serve ye and be they claws and fists where yer werds and songs dun work aye? I will be the shield for the rest of us mad dogs, my leader!”

The next image was that of a pretty young girl with short and messy crimson hair, emerald eyes and quite pale skin, covered by freckles. Dressed in torn jeans, a red top and a leatherjacket three sizes to large for her, she was standing on the edge of a roof above Barry, looking down she flung herself across the edge, spiralling towards the ground, towards him. With a leap that bordered at the inhuman he caught her before she hit the ground. Her soft voice that held a mischievous tone echoed in his ears.

“I knew you would catch me, you will always be a shield for those who you care for.”
Gently hitting his chest she added.
“Am I right big brother?”

She started to giggle wildly after that.

The picture changed to a bar with several guys lying on the floor and some of the tables smashed, next to Barry there stood a young woman with an average face, dark brown hair and pale green eyes. The only things that made her appearance noteworthy were her huge ears, her almost complete lack of breasts, as well as her torn clothing and the trail of blood that was coming from the right corner of her mouth. Her voice was angry and sounded like a teenage boys.

“Why the hell did you interfere? I did not need your help against these dickless fucks!”
almost whispering she added
“But thanks for standing up for me anyway, no one has ever done that before.”

Although his mind had been eased by these vision all he felt was a horrible feeling of loss. Then the vision shifted once again, this time he saw the giants face again. He was kneeling in front of Barry again; only this time so was Barry. His face was a bloodied mess once again, and a slow stream of blood was trickling from his mouth.

“See I told ye that I would be our shield…”
He coughed up some more blood.
“Sorry to let ye down lad, but this is me last stand… That look does not suit ye my leader! Live on and fight on for the mother and we will drink once ye pass on into the afterlife like me… Promise me ye will protect her, promise me ye will come and see me once I have passed gates of the underworld… It was an honour me alpha… me friend!”

With that the giants’ eyes lost their focus and his face took on a peaceful expression.

As his mind returned to the present all the pain and anguish stemming from the loss of a good friend started pushing him over the edge. He started losing control of his body first; he was up on his legs within a heartbeat, his naked body glittering with the blood of his slaughtered assailants in the twilight of the gibbous moon. A deep and inhuman growl escaped his throat as his arms grew in length and his fingernails turned into talons. His body started growing in size as a copper fur started to cover it entirely. His nose and mouth lengthened and his teeth grew into fangs. After his entire body had changed he realized once again what he was, he was a werewolf, a predator, a defender of the wilderness and warrior of the earth.

He was a Garou! Raising his now massive head into the night sky he howled a challenge towards all those who would dare to face him.

Then he noticed a new scent, his new form could see hear and smell so much more. Sniffing around, he noticed that the scent of fear hung in the air, nearly hidden by the stench of the two corpses next to him. Concentrating on the scent he could tell that the scent belonged to a woman and she was on the verge of panicking, he also noticed the stench of two men. The stench of cold smoke clung to them like a blanket, yet there was something more.

He was curious sure, yet he was not sure whether he should investigate, was this really any of his business?