The shewolf Karen rose back to her full height, hovering over me momentarily, then running away into the shadows. I rose to my feet shakily, thankful that she'd not bitten me. I didn't want to be a werewolf, at least not yet.
"Owww..." mumbled Arnold, lying in a heap, still on the ground. Apparently he'd passed out. Perhaps it was the lycanthropic infection that had done it, or perhaps he was simply a bit of a wuss about pain. To be honest, I wasn't sure. I ran over to him, helping him to his feet.
"Dude...are you okay?" I asked him, trying not to giggle out loud at the gaping hole in his trousers.
"Uhh...yeah.." he mumbled, still seeming kind of groggy. "She...she BIT my ass!" he said, sounding confused and offended at the same time.
"Yeah...kinda ironic, isn't it?" I asked, smiling inwardly. Arnold wasn't the brightest kid I knew, and I wondered if he really knew what 'ironic' meant.
"Yeah..whatever...come on, I wanna go home," he replied, looking none-to-happy. It was a couple of miles to his house,and we started walking, neither of us really talking.
We made it to his backyard without incident, which I was actually relieved about, really. Tonight had actually been exciting enough for me.
But then...