“Shit,” the electronics prodigy cursed under his breath. He’d waited too long; now he was stuck overnight in this rat trap. The moon was up. Going out now would be suicide.
Philip leaned against a sealed bucket of drywall compound, trying to steady his nerves.
Okay, so he’s alone against a school full of werewolves. No guns. No silver bullets. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he could salvage part of a 2 x 4. He could either beat them to death, or play fetch until help arrives.
He pulled off his baseball cap and rested it on the scuffed knee of his jeans. Thoughtfully, he scratched his arrowhead goatee, pondering his next move.
His heart skipped about seven beats when he heard the voices.
Three of them, female. Across the hall, two doors down.
He gulped nervously. To my dog, King, I leave…
Cautiously, as stealthily as he could, he rose, replacing the cap backwards as he searched for a weapon. Jesus, where’s a chainsaw when you really need one? His gaze darted around the room, finally laying eyes on a claw hammer.
“Score!” he whispered, seizing the dusty tool.
He let the door open slowly, sweeping the halls for signs of life. The girls were still talking, and he listened for clues to their intent.
Girls, not wolves. Discussing how to keep themselves that way.
He raised an eyebrow. “Things’re looking up,” he thought…
Susan and Penny continued to visually inspect each other’s bodies, as Wendy resolved herself to a chaperone’s role. Six inches of space, no exceptions. She could tell they wanted to take each other, only slightly more than she wanted to run back to Carla and surrender completely to her.
She guarded the door, keeping watch for any sign of attack. Her sisters…she couldn’t escape the thought…wouldn’t harm them, but neither would they let them remain as human as they were. She wasn’t really human anymore; she had finally begun to process this, and shed a tear at the thought.
The sound of an opening door down the hallway snapped her back to reality.
“They’re coming,” she whispered, her voice a hoarse growl. Penny and Susan broke from their trances, looking to her for direction.
Wendy growled in anger at the pups, motioning them to the blind corner of the room. She pressed by the doorway, prepared to tackle and tear the throat out of whatever came through the door. The thought terrified her, almost as much as it thrilled her.
She waited silently, hungrily, as the steps loomed closer. The door to the sanctuary creaked slightly open, wide enough for her to see the young man on the other side. He clenched a worn hammer in his far hand.
“Um, anybody there?” He slid the door halfway open, slowly moving into the dark classroom. “I, um, come in…”
He had time to scream as the half-wolf girl leaped from the shadows toward him.