"Hold it right there, you fucking animals!" came a familiar voice. Marcia, flanked by Justine and Lisa barged through the front door, armed with shotguns.
All the girls immediately began to snarl, and an electric feeling began to fill the air, like static electricity.
"Don't even think about changing!" Lisa shouted, putting the barrel of her gun to one of the girl's stomach. "This shit is loaded with silver, and it'll scatter enough to ventilate all of you if we cut loose!"
The electric feeling faded, and the girls all stopped snarling, fear in their eyes. "What the fuck are YOU doing here?" asked Marcia. "Are you one of them?"
"No, he's not," sighed the pink-haired woman, sounding almost bored.
"Then what the fuck are you doing here?" asked Lisa, sounding as militant as Marcia, "We should fucking kill him, he's obviously working with them!"
Marcia turned her gun toward you, leveling it at center mass. "Werewolf or not, this will kill you just the same," she said coolly. "So I'm gonna ask you again. What the FUCK are you doing here?"