The Sam-wolf growled at Brody, picking him up by the front of his shirt, sniffing at him.
"S-sam.." Brody stammered, trying to collect his thoughts. Brody thought he saw recognition in Sam's eyes. "Let me finish you off."
The beast seemed to consider this, dropping him roughly to the floor again, letting out another growl. Brody moved forward to its phallus, opening his mouth to finish what he'd started.
Before his lips could touch it, however, the Sam-wolf's primal instincts took over, and he effortlessly lifted Brody again by his throat. Brody dangled in the air for a few interminably long seconds, struggling to breathe even as his larnyx was crushed. The Sam-wolf let out a howl before taking a huge bite out of Brody's throat, nearly severing his head from his neck.
The beast threw Brody's body aside, smashing the door down as he did so. Letting out another howl, he dropped to all fours, reveling in the flavor of blood on his tongue. He was aware of his throbbing groin and his overwhelming mating urge, but hunger still drove him. The beast heard a commotion of more prey coming down the hallway outside the room and charged out of the bathroom with the hunt on his mind.