Jen quickly leapt toward the window and yanked the sash down before Frank could get a good look at the moon. Jen hoped she'd caused some sort of delay in the process.
Frank looked at her in astonishment.
"You meddling...little...SLUT! You think you own this fucking house I paid for with my own fucking hard work!"
He cuffed her across the face.
"Don't you hit my precious angel!" screamed Gillian as she leapt at her husband and tried clawing at his eyes.
"You stupid bitch--have you gone crazy?!" Frank slammed his fist into his wife's face--she fell to the floor.
"It's not enough that I had a timid, sexless waste of a wife, but now some tramp has to run naked into my house and set her against me! I'm talking to you, you fucking whore!"
Jen cringed. Frank was positively barking at her. His shirt was stretched tight over his chest and straining further. Then it ripped across the side. Frank tore that part away with his clawed hands.
He was staring at her intently.
"You think just because you're so fucking sexy that you can do anything you want! Just because you've got perfect fucking titties and a nice gaping slash"--he groped at her clothing--"you--you--" drool began seeping from the sides of his mouth.
Oh God, Jen thought, the process is being prolonged. He's imprinting on me while he's shifting.
Frank was staring at her wildly, with burning amber eyes.
"You must fuck pretty good, huh? Well honey, guess what your punishment is for disrupting my peaceful household?" He snatched at Jen's robe and ripped it off. She stood naked, pink and shivering.
Gillian watched in horror and tried rising from the floor, crying "Take your brutish hands off my mistress!"
Frank kicked her. "Shut your hole. I bet she can fuck me and suck me better than you ever could." He fondled Jen's globes. "Mmmmmmmm....honey, tonight you and me are gonna be real fucking happy fucking." With each step the seams of his clothing began tearing, and his features grew more and more brutish. Jen stepped back. He hunched over and followed her.
"I feel fucking great tonight, and tonight you're gonna get a great fucking. Come to pappa!" He ripped his shirt off, snarling with pleasure. "I feel so fucking good. It must be that night air." He advanced to the window, grinned, and ripped the sash off. He took a good look at the ripe moon, turned, and leapt for Jen and pinned her. His pants exploded into confetti as his bulk ballooned and his face coarsened and the stretched, his close-cropped hair merging into his furry face. His Y-fronts snapped and fell, and Jen groaned to see a sheath emerge, followed by a little red man at its tip. The beast struggled to speak while Jen began to sob.
She screamed with sudden relief to see another werewolf, with several sets of breasts, land on the male's back and bite it hard.
She escaped from under the male's turning front, and the female positioned herself between Jen and Frank-wolf, growling furiously before she bit off a chunk of her husband's shoulder.
The male and female separated, each raised their hackles, and then charged at each other. Soon countless items of furniture were smashed as the two beasts rolled and reeled through the house. Jen ran upstairs and locked the oak door of the master bedroom behind her. She sat on the bed and wept with fear and disappointment as the battle raged downstairs. In an hour or two dawn would arrive, and Jen realized the situation wouldn't improve very much once everyone was back to normal.