Andy started to head toward me, abandoning his novel, yet ultimately useless weapon, only to be grabbed by one of the changing cops. It only took a moment to turn my surprise ally into a foe.
The officer's muzzle bit into Andy's shoulder, drawing a scream of an almost girlish nature from Andy. Andy stopped, grabbing ineffectively at his shoulder, swatting at the werewolf who was all-to-ready to await his change.
"Dude..." he said, looking at me, his face a mixture of fear and pain. "You gotta...you gotta.." he trailed off, his eyes now yellowing.
His grimace turned into a smile, one filled with lengthening teeth. He began to strain at the fabric of his clothes, muscles swelling. "You...gotta...just...give..UPP!!! GRARRHHHGGGHH!" He snarled, his body warping and twisting, just like all the others' had.
In mere seconds, there was no more Andy there; it was just another werewolf, one more of the pack that seemed sure to destroy me.
I sprinted to the car, my keys already in my hand. I wondered if I'd remembered to lock the car after I'd gotten out of it earlier that day. If it was locked, I was likely fucked.