You look down your shorts and gasp. Whoever's on the recieving end of that equipment will be mighty pleased. But that lucky
recipient won't be a human woman. You give in.
"Okay you bastard."
"Believe me, if I could smile at your anger I would. Unfortunately, a poker-face is all I can muster up thanks to Mr.Maxwell's
bullets. And speaking of bullets, here is a silver bullet."
"Why are you giving me this?"
"You will show it to Mr.Maxwell. If he refuses to pay me and thus prevent this communities' teenagers from being turned into
werewolves he'll soon be up to his ears in super-predators. When the destruction and body count have risen so high that the
townspeople will no longer stand it I will tell him that I'll be willing to sell him and his fellow landowners silver bullets to murder
their own children with."
"But surely that isn't the only cure?"
"That is the final part of the offer. If they don't wish to kill their children I will cure the werewolves. But only the parents sacrifice
themselves to me."
"Lay down their lives?"
"And give me everything they have."
"How will they know you'll keep your word?"
"They don't. I might turn the werewolves back into kids. Or I might turn them into full wolves and let them loose over the
countryside until they get shot by farmers."
"You're sick."
"So what? I knew that already. Now hurry up and go to Mr.Maxwell's. Grab his 'son'."
"How will they know it's him?"
"Rob Maxwell has tatoo of a nude woman on his left arm. It's still there under the fur. And he has a cloud-shaped birthmark on
his left buttock. You see, I kept him slightly human for ID purposes. Now--I suggest you hurry. I will be observing your progress
through my magic cauldron while I slightly feralize the other kids. You have 4 hours. If you don't retun by then I have made it so
that you will permanently turn into what Mr.Maxwell has. With each hour that passes you will become steadily more wolf-like.
So I suggest you go. NOW."
Finn fans himself with his porkpie hat and hands you the leash for Rob Maxwell. You hook it around the creatures' massive
neck. The werewolf stirs and gets to its feet. It growls at you. You pull on the leash and it whimpers as the magic choke chain
stings it. It starts padding off. You hold your nose in disgust--Rob smells like your dog at home. Ten minutes out into the woods
he stops to pee on a tree. You sigh in disgust and yank him along. You hear a slight rip and realize that your new tail is pushing
against the fabric of your shorts.
Both of you move off. Mr.Maxwell's house is only half-an-hour away. Once inside the vast property, Rob lifts his head and
howls in the direction of the house. You finger the silver bullet and notice small hairs blooming on your fingers. You curse Rob,
Finn, and everyone else. They all deserve the silver bullet you think, especially as Rob starts to pee on another tree.