Katrina and Sally were concentrating on defeating the wounded Rachel before them, to the exclusion of anything else. As such, they did not hear the she-wolf behind them until it was too late.
Katrina shrieked as the werewolf pounced on her back, knocking her to the ground and raking bloody gouges through her skin. Satisfied that Katrina would soon be her pack-sister, the creature leapt at Sally, who screamed and leapt back as the powerful jaws snapped inches from her face. Rachel, recovering quickly, joined the attack. Katrina, semi-conscious, merely moaned as her features became more and more lupine.
Although Sally had not shifted to her cat form, the instincts were still undeniably there; as the snarling wolves advanced, the domestic feline's tendency to flee from larger, more aggressive canines surfaced, and she shrieked in terror, running to the nearest tree and clambering into the lower branches, just out of reach of the werewolves. Rachel and the other she-wolf snarled below, trying vainly to reach her.
Katrina awoke, her amber eyes snapping open and her nose instantly picking up the scent of a ... cat! The she-wolf leapt to her feet, tail springing up and a growl emitting from her muzzle. Looking to her right she could see two of her pack-sisters circling a tree, growling at something in the branches. She snarled and moved to assist them.
Sally shivered in the tree, watching the wolves circle ... then she saw Katrina, in the tattered remains of her Sailor outfit, join them. 'Oh no!' Sally thought. 'She's become one of THEM!' Katrina looked up and smiled as best she could with her lupine features. She began weaving the air with her paws, bringing forth the black energy from before, sending it into the branches to drag Sally down into the embrace of the Pack ...