Justin was lying next to his girlfriend Jenny in her backyard, next to the fire pit that had a nice, roaring fire going in it. Justin and Jenny were both students at the local high school, a year ahead of Damon and Nate. They had been going out for a few months and Justin thought it was time to take things to the next level. They were making out pretty heavily as Justin's hand began to venture down to her waist and began undoing the button on her jeans. He knew she wanted him. He was on the school football team, after all.
"Justin, no," whispered Jenny. He kept doing it. "Justin, I mean it..."
"Oh come on baby, you know you want to," Justin undid the button and slid down the zipper. Jenny tried to push him away but he pushed her down. "I know you're nervous but it'll be ok."
"No, Justin, dammit..." she tried harder to push him away. Justin climbed on top of her, pushing her arms down. She was still struggling when she saw someone grab him and pull him off her. Justin was momentarily confused until he came face to face with the face of the Werewolf and the long, sharp fangs in his lupine maw. The beast's large, clawed hand was wrapped around his throat, slowly squeezing it so Justin could barely get out a wheeze. The Werewolf swiftly buried it's other clawed hand into Justin's gut, with a squishing sound as it tore open his abdomen. Jenny took one look at the over six foot, hairy beast standing over her holding on to her rapist boyfriend and screamed as she ran back inside, closing and locking the door behind her. She peeked out the window again and saw a sight she would never forget. Her boyfriend, looking right at her with dead eyes as a wild animal slowly ate him. An animal unlike any she had ever seen, that walked like a man, with the tattered remains of a pair of blue jeans around it's waist. With tears streaming down her eyes, she walked over to the phone and dialed the police.
By the time the police arrived, the beast was long gone back into the night.