Rachel looked around frantically, trying to find something, anything, to get her out.
And then she saw it.
In the chaos, a flag pole waving the school's emblem had been broken in half. The tip was sharp and spiky, and would make a perfect weapon. Rachel knew about werewolves, at least what she'd seen in movies. If she killed the alpha, who she figured was Janet, all the girls would be freed. But where was Janet?
Luck was with her. She heard growling right...above...her...head, and looked up. There was Janet, staring right at her, unable to get through. Her sharp teeth glistened and her growling was loud and barky. Rachel pitied the creature, for a second, and then realized it was trying to kill her, why pity it? She set her teeth on edge with determination, and in one swift move grabbed the flag pole and lunged.
A roar of rage filled the air as Janet tumbled backwards, the silver flag-pole going in right at her heart and coming out the other side. She shuddered violently, and then slowly changed back to her human self. As she did, all the other girls did too. They were confused, yes, and naked, but they were themselves. They just had to get out...