"Michelle...hon,...you okay?" asked Shelby, approaching her friend, seemingly unawere that she herself was partly responsible for Michelle's borderline nervous breakdown.
"Get away from me!" cried Michelle, shoving weakly at Shelby.
"Michelle, this was NOT the way I wanted you to learn...not the way any of us wanted you to find out," pleaded Shelby.
"I said GET AWAY FROM ME!" yelled Michelle, hopping up.
"It's not all bad, sweetie," said Shelby, smiling, pretending like everything was normal. "The change hurts a little at first...but when it kicks into high gear, it's like a million orgasms. Once you've felt it, you'll wonder how you existed without it."
"Look, Shelby, I don't fucking CARE about the change! I never WANTED to be this!" From the woods, the sounds of gunfire could be heard, and the sounds of a beastial growling.
"Shit!" said Shelby, "We really ought to think about getting you transformed. We'd stand a much better chance here if there were four werewolves facing off against these assholes."
"Go fuck yourself, Shelby," Michelle angrily replied. "I'm not gonna become some monster like the three of you!"
More gunshots rang out, and somewhere, a soldier or two could be heard screaming. Two more men, identical to the one that Michelle had met earlier emerged from the treeline, weapons raised and pointed at the girls. "Both of you on the ground now!" ordered one of them as they both advanced.
"Shit!" Shelby said again, raising her hands above her head, then lying down on the ground. "Michelle, now would be a great time to give into the darker side of your nature," she whispered.
"I'm not like you!" replied Michelle, slow to lay down next to her friend.
"Bullshit! I can smell the fucking heat coming off of you. It's already inside you...your pussy's been boiling hot for the past half hour, and it really gets fired up everytime you hear one of the boys howl. You already ARE like me, sweetie, we're packmates. The only difference is that you haven't embraced it like the rest of us. So now would be one HELL of a time to do so."
"Shut up, shut up, shut UP!" Michelle said, outwardly denying the truth of Shelby's words, but knowing the temptation. MIchelle stood back up, heading towards the cautious soldiers. "It's okay; I'm not like the rest of them!"
Immediately, they both fired rounds into the ground, inches from Michelle's feet. "Get ON THE GROUND, BITCH!" commanded one of them, "WE WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY!"
Michelle immediately got back on the ground. "I fucking could have told you not to do that shit," hissed Shelby angrily. "What the fuck? Do you think they're your friends? They're the bad guys in this whole thing!"
The sounds of the firefight had stopped. Two more soldiers came into the campsite, one of them being the man Michelle had met. "Well well well," he said, a haughty tone of triumph in his voice, "I guess your little pack wasn't expecting company tonight, were they?"
"Fuck you, asshole!" snapped Shelby. The commander strode quickly over to her, kicking her in the ribs.
"You better learn to watch your fucking mouth, missy! Your packmates are dead, or damn near it. I got a couple more guys out there, and they've already reported wounding one and dropping the other," he said, laughing.
"What??" said Michelle, "You killed one of my friends?"
"Yeah, no thanks to you," he replied. "You had to go fucking this whole mission up, didn't you? I have two men dead in those woods because of YOU!" Another hail of gunfire rang out. The commander laughed, "At least we evened the score."
A comm radio staticly hissed to life, secured to the commander's belt. "Sir.." came a voice, "target neutralized."
"Now is simply a matter of what exactly we should do with the two of you," the commander said to the girls, a smile on his face. "Yes indeed, what should we do about the two of you?"