‘Fuck!’ You think as you run outside into the lobby, fighting down the urge to look behind you. Already you can hear the sounds of mating, the harsh grunts, the low swooning cries, and the sound of flesh on flesh.
Standing beside you are two other guys; each just as panicked as you are.
Now that you think about it, you can’t understand why you were so fascinated in the first place. What about Dina did you know besides the fact that she was a werewolf? God-damnit! All you can remember is the dull haze of lust, sweat, and musk – it overpowered all sense of reason.
However, you don’t have time to think about that now. Now you need to get out of here and to the docks before the werewolves’ finish copulating.
“This way!” One of the other guys said, holding open a door that would lead to the outside. Now that you look at him, you notice that he’s barely eighteen. The other man doesn’t waste a second, clearly more worried about himself.
That man barely gets through the door before being tackled by another werewolf who’d been waiting outside. The creature, clearly female if the drippy wolfish pussy was any indicator, growled down at the man.
You didn’t have a chance to see what happened next as the boy threw the door shut and quickly turned to face you. “We have to get out of here.” He screamed, already bolting in another direction.
You follow him, ignoring the cries and pleading of the man left outside. You’re only a few dozen feet away when the door is thrown open; the female wolf from before walking in covered in the blood of the man.
Of course, your luck happens to run out at this moment as well, with the theater's doors being flung open to reveal the transformed pack ready to hunt after sating their sexual appetites.
The boy was already halfway up a staircase when this happened, so you sprinted after him, rushing by to avoid a few newly transformed werewolves who wanted to have their first kill. Amongst the pack, you saw Dina’s distinct form, waiting, watching.
Up the stairs, you saw the boy holding open a door for you, the manager's office. Without questioning it, you run by him and into the room. Turning around to pull the kid in, you saw Dina behind him, claws outstretched.
“Fuck off!” You scream at her, and quickly fling the kid in with you, slamming the door behind you and locking it. “Hurry, help me barricade it!” You shout, not looking at the kid as you grab a bookcase and throw it against the wall – the makeshift barrier holding back the door from bursting inward.
…
There was no motion on the other side, although you could hear the prowling of the werewolves just a few feet from you.
‘Jesus that was close.’ You wipe the sweat off your forehead and turn to the kid, ready to thank him for helping you out.
That’s when you saw that the kid was clutching his bleeding arm, looking dazed, horrified, and oddly aroused. “Help… me…” He pleads.
You feel your legs give way and you collapse to the ground. “Oh, come on.” There was nothing you could do now – either him or them.