The girls continued to transform and writhe, their skirts and tops falling away as they assumed their new forms. The two men they'd touched were equally on their way to werewolf central as well, tearing at their clothes, bright red rockets sticking out of fur covered sheaths.
The rest of the line had scattered, but not before a couple more had been touched by the infected ones. Another man and woman fell as they ran, their voices warbling into howls as they felt the first beginnings of their own lycanthropic shifting.
The redhead and her blonde companion stood up, gorgeous female werewolves now, standing over six feet, weighing in easily at 250 pounds. The mostly transformed men caught the scent of the females and leapt on them in short order, rutting and howling madly.
There had been a bouncer at the door, but he'd run inside the moment the first signs of lycanthropy had been displayed. Now the coast was clear, and I headed to the door, attempting to gain entry.
As I reached for the handle, I heard a car slam on its brakes. I turned and saw a werewolf punch out the window of the car, dragging a human out of it, tearing the man's throat out. Oh well...I knew there would be casualties. It only made sense that when loosing predatory creatures on a flock of unsuspecting sheep that blood would be shed.
I smiled, not really caring. Like it or not, in this place, I was god. Hell, in this world, I was god, thanks to the ring. And I was far from a merciful being. I opened the door to the club, ready to have more fun.