"Werewolves, you say?" she says, a smile permeating her face.
"Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but you have got to believe me!" you protest, "Becky, back me up here!"
"Give it up, Jess," Becky replies to you, "She's not going to believe you, hell, it even sounds crazy to me."
"Oh no, girls," the officer says, smiling a bit, "I believe you." She gets up from her seat behind the desk, walking over to the two of you.
"You do?" you ask, breathing a sigh of relief, "Oh my god, thank you!"
"Of course I believe you..." she says again, tossing her hat aside as she pulls her hair out of its ponytail. She walks past you, peering out the front window of the police station, up into the night sky. "I bit most of them myself!"
She turns back to face you, just as you process what she's said, and by then it's too late. Her eyes are the same baleful yellow of the other werewolves', and her mouth is filled with fangs as she speaks again in a voice two octaves lower. "Why do you think they call this 'Monster Island'?" Spittle flies from her mouth as her body reshapes, brown fur jetting across her cheeks and hands.
With a spasm, her chest juts out, her breasts ballooning, and she tears away her uniform with newly blossomed claws. Her naked flesh quickly becomes coated in more thick brown fur, and two more sets of breasts blossom beneath her larger top set. Her shoes are destroyed as her feet expand, and her pants split down the sides as her muscular legs reform. You're aware of a permeating odor, a new one, the odor you would imagine as musk, and you know you're in the presence of something more powerful than the other werewolves you've seen tonight: you're facing an alpha.