Frank managed to dial 911 before the beast broke the door down. It seemed so driven on getting Jen that it didn't even notice the windows only a few feet away, which would have been much better entrances.
Sadly, it was mere moments after he'd gotten off the phone that Sam managed to break the door down. "What in the fucking name of Christ is THAT?" he bellowed at Jen.
"My brother!" she replied, running to the kitchen,praying that they had some coke.
"I KNEW we NEVER shoulda moved here, Gillian!" yelled Frank. "I'm gonna get my fucking gun!" He headed down to the basement, where he kept his precious hunting rifle.
The Sam wolf was confused. It could smell Jen, but she didn't smell as good as the other woman in the room. He rounded on Gillian, baring fangs. Gillian sat there, frightened, petrified, unable to move.
Then a sound of sirens flooded the air with their frightfully high-pitched wails. Two police officers with sidearms drawn entered the doorway. "Is everything alright in..OH MY FUCKING GOD!" said the first one upon seeing Sam. He emptied his gun into the creature's torso, doing no damage. Sam snarled and turned to face his new assailants, ones who came with burning lead.