The fuck it is.

He eventually manages to convince his dad it was just a false alarm. Or something. And that he just had a nightmare.

It doesn't seem like his dad totally believes this, but after enough of a searching gaze, he does accept it.

The night wears on.

No strange creatures interrupt them.

Nothing happens the next morning, either. 

And it's a weekend, so Tyler tries not to have a visible meltdown while he makes chocolate chip pancakes.

They are very tasty. He is good at making chocolate chip pancakes.

He hears a knock, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door.

… He goes to open it.

"Hi. I think we should talk."

"Do you have anything to do with the furry fuckers attacking each other last night."

"We can probably blame the full moon, but yeah, I'm here to talk about werewolves."

"I think I might appreciate this talk far more than I would have expected to at age six."

"So like. My 'alpha' thinks we need all the help we can get to handle these two, and you're some kind of, something, probably. Werecoyote, kitsune, werepanther, nixie, pixie, dasher, prancer...anyway, I'm here to explain things. First off, I'm a werewolf."

"… To my knowledge I am none of the above, but okay."

"Well. Sometimes we don't notice. The local banshee was oblivious for sixteen years, and she had one in the family. So yesterday you got attacked by a werewolf. That was my, uh, packmate, who went missing a few months back. The full moon and being locked in a bank vault messed him up, but we're trying to rescue him. The one who defended you was another werewolf, not my pack, but a decent guy. Make sense?"

"Yes."

"We can try to test for whether you are something. Harder to tell what." 

"And how do you plan on this?"

"We can try mountain ash. I can look at you with werewolf eyes? Or we can try other stuff if that doesn't work. Take a picture, that usually helps."

"… Can you identify what from a picture, or just tell that I'd be something?"

"I definitely can't, Derek might be able to. I can take one and show it to him."

"Do you have ways you might be able to identify me, without asking Derek?"

"Not specifically? I don't know what's out there besides werewolves. I can rule out werecoyote, he says they're basically like us. I can't rule out anything else except pixies, probably?"

"I have no idea what a pixie is except mythologically. If it's anything like that, yeah, probably."

"So is that a no on meeting him?"

"I would probabaly prefer not to, at least not right away."

"Okay. Permission for eyes and picture?"