"Yeah!" Susan cheered with a throaty snarl, "Kick its ass, Sea Bass! Kung Fu Werewolf Ninja Style!"
"Susan," Penny fretted, "I don't think that was one of the ones we have to worry about!"
"It isn't! Fuck! We have to pry her off!"
Phil could barely be seen under the growling shaggy red mass, but the two girls managed to grab Wendy's arms and pull her back a few yards. She was frothing, furious, but slowly she calmed down and collected herself. Wendy began to sob as she collapsed in a heap.
The lapse in judgement had cost her a bit of humanity. Her ears were more pronounced, her patches of fur a little thicker and covering more, her tail a bit longer. Instinct had its price.
"I'm sorry," she said through her tears, "you probably won't believe me, but this isn't me. This really isn't me."
"Wendy, we know. We're going through it too."
"Oh, God!"
"What, Wendy?"
"It might not even matter, it probably doesn't matter, but what if it does?"
"Wendy, you're not making sense. What's wrong?"
"He's probably immune. I think the curse only makes she-wolves, but you have to check."
"Check what?"
"Check if I bit or clawed that man!"
The two girls turned their attention to a very shocked, sweating, and hyperventilating A/V geek, hoping for the best...