The werewolves were now pounding on the door, desperately trying to break it down. Their howls are almost deafening to you. "Fuck! They're gonna be in here any minute," you cry, "What the hell are we supposed to do?"
"Stand back, boy," he tells you, "They're not the only ones in these woods with a secret. Hrrrghhhhahhh!!!" A wordless noise escapes his lips, a half-growl, half-yell of both release and pain. His shoulders broaden as his body shudders mightily, and he pitches over onto the floor, resting on his hands and knees. His flannel shirt rips down the back as he gains muscle mass, and black fur envelops his face, arms, and all the exposed skin you can see. More and more muscle and bulk piles onto his frame as you watch. His trousers split, and a nub of a tail sprouts from his fur-covered ass. His head widens, and his face stretches into a muzzle, and soon you're in the cabin with a large male black bear. He roars, smashing through the door, tackling the larger werewolf, Granny, swatting at her with heavy paws. Red leaps ineffectually onto his back, forgetting about you, now concerned with the large bear attacking her grandmother.
Again and again she leaps on his back, each time being thrown off, only to hop on once more moments later. Finally, however, she manages a lucky shot, a rake of his eyes with her claws, eliciting a roar of pain. You glance around, knowing that this is your chance to escape, but part of you wants to help your ursine friend. You see a large hatchet lying on the floor, the head glinting in the light, seeming to be rather sharp.
Knowing that time is of the essence, you...