"Becky!" you cry, "I don't want to leave you!"
Becky looks at you with a combination of sorrow and anger. "Jenny," she replies, "If you won't leave.." she trails off, staring up into the sky. She looks back at you, her eyes blazing amber now. "If..y-you won't l-leave," she repeats, trembling now, her eyebrows beginning to knit together. "I'll...I'll make you leave!" With a scream tinged with both sadness and release, she tears at her top, baring her chest to the moon, reclining her head back to stare at the moon again.
The sailor werewolves howl in response to her own transformation, bounding toward the pair of you. Perhaps she was right, perhaps she can hold them off. Perhaps you should have run before, though. You're acutely aware that your situation is growing dangerous once again, and find yourself in another tight spot.
Finally, you...