You stand there, not really sure of what to do or even if you could do anything. You recall what you saw moments ago, the reverting from being a furry beast to a human. You are slightly curious to what that would be like. You were leery about using the thorn, not wanting to become addicted to it like many others, but your curiosity became persistent and annoying.
"Hey bud... I am curious, do you have a name?"
"Yes... Of course I do! What a silly thing to ask me. My name is Mike."
"Well then Mike... I am curious, but what does it feel like?"
"There is nothing that I could say that could describe everything that happens all at once. It would be something that you would have to try yourself."
"Yeah, I would like to, but I don't want to get addicted to the thorn, like the rest of you!"
"The addiction itself is not from the thorn, it is from what happens after being stuck with it. The transformation is so amazing, so erotic, so beyond belief it draws us to want the thorn again. The transformation back is a let down, simply because changing from man to beast allows us to shed the human part of ourselves and enjoy what it means to be an animal as our primal side is."
"I see... do you keep thorns on you or near you? Do you want to be the werewolf again?"
"No... I don't have any thorns on me, but I know where to get some. Not to mention, yes... I do want to be the beast again. There is nothing like that total freedom you get from shedding your humanity. When I am human, it feels like I have such a weight on my body, chains tying me down and holding me back. Lets go and get you a thorn and you can know what I am talking about."
At the end of those last words, Mike winked at you and you smiled. There was definitely something about him and you could feel it... somehow. Following Mike, you ponder how can you feel that he was different somehow, beyond the fact he was addicted to being a werewolf.
You follow Mike until you reach a house you never saw before, it was an old abandoned cabin. It wasn't big enough to have more than one floor, but you figure that it was possible that it had a basement. The outside of the house was was covered with vines, almost completely, covering any features that may allow someone to guess how old it really was.
"Is that where we are going?"
"Yep, that is where our scientists believe the thorns came from in the first place. In those thorns lies the strongest form of the Lupus Venom. This is the one simple fact we have all experienced and this is where we come to get other thorns to addict the normies or non-addicted people."
When they stood feet from the main entrance of the cabin, Mike stopped and you stood directly behind him. Not really knowing what was going on, you stood there in silence, wondering what your next move was going to be.