Sad story no one asked for
Your mother had a horrible childhood. How? No one knows, because she never told you, and now it's too late, she missed the timing. Your father, from Texas, fared a little better: he had adventures going from the Rez (no, it's not a rave, it's the Indian reservation) to Austin. But, of course, he only told the funny parts, like the "uncensored afternoon session" version.
Meanwhile, your parents tried to explain your "important role" as a servant of the Garou Nation™, a sort of werewolf union that hates colonialism but still loves a boring assembly. In the middle of history class, you learned that European werewolves made such stupid mistakes that even normal colonizers were jealous.
Enter Clay. You two never got along, but when you shapeshifted (like a furry Power Ranger), he swore the bad times were over. But then Black Tarn, the goth of the pack, appears and drops the pearl of wisdom:
"Some crimes are so horrible that you can't just move on. You have to go back in time, erase them, and rebuild from scratch."
Translation: Good luck, you'll need a DeLorean.
The Late-Night Stroll
You dress up as a hunter (actually, it looks like you're cosplaying as a fisherman with a camouflage jacket) and head downstairs like you're going to save the world, but you end up... in civilization. Bowling alley, Shell station, car wash, roundabout. It feels like a Tarantino movie script written on a lazy Tuesday.
After a few minutes of walking on your feet—because apparently remembering how to "walk" was a challenge—you start to feel less like a forest ghost and more like... a person. But of course, the few early risers avoid you. Not because they know you're a werewolf, but because you're dressed like a hunting NPC in the middle of the city.
They're just the Google Maps People, clocking in at work, while you're on a "cosmic mission to rebuild the world." Basically, you're the only one playing New Game+.
Conclusion
In short: you're a werewolf, your family is traumatic, your friends are problematic, and humanity just thinks you're weird. In other words: a normal Tuesday.
Next chapter: will there finally be a fight or just more dog therapy?
Do you want me to continue this style for the entire story (like turning everything into a "Decyclopedic chronicle" with jokes in each chapter), or is this part enough of a template?