On our way back to Arnold's place, Arnold rubbed his ass where Karen had bitten him, and my cock throbbed, still thinking about the sexy cheer wolf.
"God damn, that shit hurt, but now I barely feel anything." Arnold said, his hand lifting from the cheek that the shewolf bit, no blood showing.
"That's kinda the deal dude, werewolves heal quick, and you're a werewolf now, Karen made sure of that." I chuckled, conveniently leaving out the wish that had made that happen.
As we walked and talked, a flash of black in the streetlight caught our attention, when we got closer it was actually Tina Markowski, the school's Theatre Club president, who smiled and waved to us.
"Hey guys, crazy night huh? It's about time we got to reveal ourselves."
Oh crap.