Bruno watched as Lorene stomped off into the night. It was becoming clear she had no intention of coming back. He heard a twig snap, followed by another. Something was walking towards him, but he could barely make it out.
"Who's there?" asked Bruno. "Lorene, is that you?"
The footsteps got closer, this time accompanied by a low growling noise. Bruno's heart started beating faster as he reached into the car and flipped on the headlights. As the lights flipped on, it revealed the hulking werewolf, a hulking beast with shaggy brown fur, large claws and sharp fangs. The werewolf let out a loud growl, scaring Bruno to his core. Before Bruno had a chance to react, the monster was all over him. The werewolf Nate threw Bruno hard against the car and then flung him to the ground.
Bruno cried out as he tried to crawl away. The werewolf grabbed Bruno and dug his half inch claws into his back, rake them through his flesh. He then flipped him over, clawing at his gut, sinking his fangs into Bruno's flesh and shaking pieces loose. Bruno cried out one last time before he lost consciousness from the excruciating pain of being eaten alive.
After feasting on parts of Bruno, the Werewolf Nate padded back off into the woods. His appetite for the night was properly sated and now he wished to return home. He knew full well what he had done that night, even if the wolf had controlled most of his actions. He doubt many in town would shed tears for someone as scuzzy as Bruno.
Nate climbed back in through his bedroom window, still fully a werewolf. He caught sight of himself in the mirror on the back of his bedroom door. He couldn't help but get a little excited seeing himself as a fierce, brutal werewolf. As he laid down on his bed, he quickly drifted off to sleep. It had been a hell of a night.