You grab Becky's hand, dragging her behind you, heading for the gangplank, and hopefully safety on the dock.
The once-attractive man, now a deadly blonde beast chases slowly after you, howling a call to his coworkers and packmates.
They leap out at you, writhing in a combination of excstacy and fury as their more animalistic sides press to the forefront of their bodies and their minds in the glow of the moonlight.
You manage to dodge a few swipes and snaps from the various werewolves, and make it onto the dock unscathed. You glance back over your shoulder and notice, however, that they're not pursuing you, rather simply staying on the ferry.