"What the hell are they waiting for?" you ask, confused.
"Umm....Jen?" Becky says softly, her voice tinged with fear.
You don't immediately answer her, still preoccupied with the werewolves on the deck of the ship. Why were they bringing you here, of all places?
"Jenny?" Becky says again, panic creeping in.
"What, Becky?" you ask, slightly distracted.
"One of them...one of them nicked me, and I...I feel funny," she says.
Horrified, you turn to look at her. "What? Where?" you ask. She holds out her arm, and you see a slashing wound, not very deep, along her forearm; a wound that's already healing up. You realize the horrid truth: Becky is a werewolf....now the question is when she'll transform, and if it's safe to be around her any longer.