"From her," the man says, gesturing to you, "I expect it. From YOU," he points to Becky, getting right in her face, "I never did. What in THE HELL were you thinking?"
"I..I'm sorry," Becky says, not to you, but to him. "She's..she's my best friend, and..she asked what happened. So I told her."
"Didn't you pay the least bit of attention to what we said last night?" asked the woman, her expression as angry as the man's.
"We told you that if you didn't go willingly, you wouldn't remember! We TOLD you that if confronted, anyone would deny it!"
"Don't you get it?" Becky says, starting to cry slightly, "She's my BEST FRIEND! What the hell was I supposed to do, look her in the face and LIE to her?"
"As opposed to ripping her throat out in broad daylight on OUR island? Yes, THAT sounds like a much better alternative!" The man's voice is dripping with contempt.
A look of realization dawns on Becky's face. She stares at you with wide eyes that quickly filled with tears. "Oh god..Jen..I..I...oh...Jen...baby..I..I'm...I'm so fucking... so..sorrry, Jen!" She begins to sob uncontrollably. "I can't...I can't handle THIS!"
"I'm wondering if the wrong one took the offer," the man says, shaking his head in disgust. "Brilliant."
"You can be so cold sometimes," the woman says, kneeling down by Becky, who'd collapsed onto her knees. "Shh, my dear," she tells Becky, "It'll all be fine soon enough." She cradles Becky to her chest, stroking her hair and face tenderly. Becky clings to the strange woman as if she were a child holding onto her mother.
"Everything she told me was true, wasn't it?" you ask, realizing there was no other way to explain what had happened since you woke up.
"Oh yes," the man replies, matter-of-factly, "Not that it really matters. You'll only remember until you go to sleep tonight. You'll wake up tomorrow morning as confused as you were today. You won't remember a bit of this, aside possibly from Becky hitting you. Your brain will probably decide it was about a boy. But yes, if it makes you feel better, she's not insane, and in fact, we're all werewolves."
"Try not to be too hard on her, Jen," the woman says, "She's dealing with a lot. Her body's producing a load of hormones and pheremones, far more than yours. Sometimes we struggle with our natures when we're first gifted."
"So werewolves have their own puberty, huh?" you ask sarcastically.
"That wit of yours was what made me so SURE you'd accept the gift," the man said, "It's infuriating and arousing at the same time."
"You shoulda said yes, Jen," Becky says, having calmed herself considerably, "Oh, god, I WISH you could feel the way I feel right now!" The wild look has returned to her eyes, "I feel so STRONG! I feel so POWERFUL! I..I can smell your sweat, Jen. You're scared!" She stalks up to you, sniffing your neck, licking the nape of it, growling in your ear, "God DAMN, I'M HUNGRY!!" The wild look fades just as quickly as it came, and Becky stares wide-eyed at you. "Fuck..fucking shit," she mutters, "I..I can't control this," she says to the woman.
"If I'm a werewolf too," you ask, "why haven't I gone completely nutty like she has?"
"Because I bit you. She drank our fluids to become like us," the man says, enjoying watching you recoil slightly, "Oh, that's right, Jen, I did, and you loved it."
"Bullshit," you say, "I'm not into older guys."
"Are you asking for an encore, or would simple information suffice?" he asks, smirking slyly at you, getting behind you, whispering in your ear, "Do you need me to tell you about the small mole on your left breast, or how you have that cute little landing strip of blonde hair? How about the fact that when you orgasm, you barely make a sound when you cum?" You want to argue, but there's not really any other way he could know. And now that he's so close to you, you have to admit you don't really mind him as much.
"This is insane," you protest still.
"No, dear girl," he says, "This is truth. Insanity is what you experience when your mind can't cope."
The woman leaves Becky's side for a moment, saying, "Hang on, dear, I have something that'll help you," before disappearing into the bar's back room. She returns a moment later with a raw piece of beef, handing it to Becky. "The raw flesh will pacify a certain amount of your animal side until tonight."
Becky contemplates the meat for a moment, before tearing into it with a zeal that chills you. Within a minute she's downed the slab of meat in large bites, blood running down the corners of her mouth. "More," she says, licking the blood and tiny remnants from her fingers and hands.
"Fuckin' A," you mutter, "Becky, what the fuck did you do?"