Werewolf reflexes are incredibly fast, but so are the reflexes of a terrified nerd. Kyle slammed the door on Ashley's snout. Blinded by pain, the beast came forth within her mind and she shoved the door open with her greater mass.
Kyle stood there, paralyzed with fear a the huge she-wolf bearing down on him, and Ashley seized arm in her mouth, then inwardly cried out *NO! NO!!!* She would not submit to the Darkening.
The Beast was forced into the back of her mind like a bad dog, but grinning, for she had tasted Kyle's blood, and in so doing, had passed on her saliva and the Curse.
She released Kyle and watched as the bite on his arm pinked and healed, then grew over with hair as he became perfected and more masculine, a he wolf to complement her. Subconsciously, she had chosen her mate.
Kyle's clothing ripped and shredded as he became a large he-wolf, and he shut the door, barring it with a mop through the door handles.
"We're Alphas as well," Ashley said. "We're the rival alphas now."
Kyle nodded, then cocked his werewolf head. "Ashley?"
"You recognize me as a werewolf?" she asked curiously.
Kyle waved a paw. "That and not to many werewolf's carry purple unicorn backpacks."
"Oh."
"Have you asked anyone yet?"
"What?"
"The question? T or D? Only one person gets to ask it and pass it on."
Ashley paused, then looked through the crack of the door into the gym. If she could just get to the microphone, she could ask it and maybe undo some of this madness.
However, what she saw made her blood curdle far more than the werewolf orgy of blood and sex: the teachers. The half-eaten dismembered teachers and administrators were rising up as zombies, just like in American Werewolf in London. And one of them, Mrs. McGillicuty, the seventy-five year old dean of guidance, who looked like a zombie anyway, had taken the podium and proceeded to the microphone, saying something into it. The werewolves ignored her utterly, even the one gnawing on her missing left arm while getting a blowjob.
She waved her remaining arm and said something else, and at once, the werewolves paused in whatever they were doing, rutting or eating or both, and then stood up and gathered up their backpacks.
The zombie Mrs. McGillicuty gestured to the werewolf who had her arm, who gave it back sheepishly, then she said something else, and Ashley strained her werewolf hearing through the crack of the door, and heard Mrs. McGillicuty's dare, "Now go to class and do your best to be good students!"
Ashley's mind boggled at the possibilities. A school filled with evil sex-crazed cannibal werewolves doing their best to be good students. For zombie teachers.....