It happened in the middle of the night, Ladybug and Cat Noir were after a new akuma. A werewolf akuma, he was a kid who liked werewolf movies and the other kids made fun of him for it. Now he was going to get revenge by attacking those kids.

"Cataclysm!" Cat Noir shouted as he pounced on the akuma to break his watch.

"Cat! Be careful!" Ladybug called.

She watched as he and the werewolf wrestled for dominance. The akuma growled and snarled, without warning he clawed at Cat Noir missing his face but scratching his ring. He quickly touched the watch destroying.

"No more evil doing for you little akuma." Ladybug said. "Time to de evilize!" She caught the akuma and purified it. "Bye-bye little butterfly."

The werewolf turned back into a kid.

"Pound it!" The duo said. As they fist bumped Ladybug noticed the scratch on his ring. "Cat Noir what is this?"

"What's what?"

"You're ring, It's scratched."

"It's not that bad."

"Let me see."

"It's fine." Beep! "I have to go!"

He ran off somewhere to change back. "Plagg claws in."

"Oh my poor belly, I can't move!"

Adrien sighed and handed him the cheese. Then he showed him the ring. "Is this a problem?"

"I don't know. The ring's never been scratched before." He said scarfing down as much cheese as possible. "Just be grateful it's not cracked then we would be in real big trouble."

"What happens when it's cracked?"

"Well let's just say it doesn't end well. A previous Cat Noir did it once. It was in the 18th century, he cracked it and things got really ugly. There was an angry mob, guns, torches, pitchforks, the whole ordeal."

"But if it's scratched it'll be okay?"

"Maybe. Let's go home and get some rest." He said.

That night as Adrien slept, he tossed and turned sweating all over his body. When he woke up the next morning his room was a mess. Stuff was broken, his curtains were torn, and claw marks were on the walls.

"Plagg!" He shouted.

"What?" The kwami said waking up.

"What did you do?!"

"What do you mean?"

"My room!"

"Hey I didn't do it! I spent the whole night dreaming of Camembert."

"And why should I believe you?"

"Look at me kid! I'm like six inches tall do you really think someone this small could've done all this?" He said.

"I guess not but who or what did this?"

"Well I do remember waking up for a midnight snack and blacking out later on."

Adrien looked down at his pajamas, they had been ripped to pieces. Half of it looked like it had been shredded by claws while the other looked as if had been torn due to being expanded.

"Plagg What happened last night?"

"Adrien." Nathalie said knocking on his door.

"Uh...yeah."

"You're breakfast is ready."

"Okay I'll be right down."

He got dressed and went downstairs to eat but he wasn't hungry for some reason. So he skipped breakfast and went on to school in his limo. On his way there they rode by a fish market which the police were investigating.

"I'm telling you officer a giant wild cat broke into my shop and basically ate all the fish I had." The fish man said.

"I seriously doubt that sir." Officer Roger said.

"He was real! He had thick black fur, razor sharp teeth, and these biting green eyes."

"Plagg was that you?" Adrien whispered to his kwami.

"Honestly kid I have no idea."