The dark-haired wolf's howl melted into an irritated groan as her lupine features retreated, revealing her human face.

"How can it be so hard to find a virgin these days?"

Gwen followed in reverting her head to human form. "It is a shame. Too bad there weren't any around." She gulped discreetly.

The redhead was the next to change back. "You sure, Gwen, 'cause I saw some guy trying to get with you at the bar-"

"He was dirty. That's why I told him to stay away from me."

The brunette wolf paced around to Gwen's side. "I was there. I could smell the other bitches on him."

"See? Courtney backs me up."

"Damnit!"

The blonde wolf turned to the dark-haired one, her human looks returning. "Heather, why do we even need a virgin? They're soooooo boring."

Heather rolled her eyes, not a new action when listening to the blonde. "Because this dagger-" which she pointed at with her paw. "-plus that moon-" pointed at with her other paw. "-plus a virgin sacrifice equals eternal night."

Obtaining the dagger wasn't easy, as it was to be displayed in a museum halfway across the world. On top of that, a meeting time on the night of a full moon where the girls could meet up inconspicuously was a challenge.

"Eternal night? That's really gonna conflict with my Monday morning facial."

Heather topped this with another eye-roll.


Trent was aghast. Werewolves…plotting eternal night? He was aware of his limitations and he knew that this was not something he would - or could - handle on his own.

He tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as he could.


The red-haired wolf started to sniff the air, her wolf nose growing out of her human face. Her tracking skills were second to none.

Heather glanced toward her. "What is it?"

"I smell something." Another deep sniff. "Check that. I smell someone."


Trent was about past the third floor when he heard the door above him fly open. A mild growl quickly followed.

No reason for stealth now, he figured. Trent darted down the stairs, holding onto the railing as best as he could.

The red-haired wolf leapt down, grabbing onto the rails of the stairwell. She continued downward, pouncing on the young man before he could grab the doorknob to the door of the second floor.

She pinned him down with her claws. Her muzzle shrank into her face.

The girl-wolf smiled at him and ran her lolling tongue over his face. "You taste good. Wanna taste me?"

"Izzy!", Heather called from above.

"What? I'm just having some fun."

"Have fun on your own time. This is serious."

Izzy rolled her eyes. "Fine." She hoisted Trent onto his feet and walked him back upstairs. Out the side of her mouth, she lapped at his ear and smiled.


Izzy dropped Trent in front of the other girl-wolves. Heather stepped forward, a wicked smile on her face. "What do we have here? A spy?"

"That's the guy from the bar!" Gwen paled at Izzy's pronouncement.

Heather pressed her hairy body against Trent. "So, are you familiar with the story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'?" Heather ran a claw along Trent's neck. "Spoiler warning: it didn't turn out too well for the boy."

"If you let me go, I promise I'll never say anything about this to anyone."

"Now, now. We don't have to let you go to know you'll keep that promise."

A smile spread across Izzy's face as she shifted back to her human form. "Can't we have some fun with him before?"

Lindsay took an elevator glance at Trent, opting to have a human head on her wolf body. "Yeah. He's kinda hot."

Heather groan-growled. "Shit, you two want to wear neon signs advertising your failing marriages?"

Trent backed into a corner. "Don't I get a say in this?"

Heather kissed his forehead. "Corpses don't talk, sweetie."

Having had enough, Gwen hurried in front of her fellow wolves, blocking them from Trent. She shifted her head back to human. "Wait. If he says he won't talk, don't you think we ought to trust him?"

"What, do you know this guy?"

"He has an honest face." Gwen turned to Trent, her eyes urging him to look honest. Trent acquiesced.

Courtney nudged Gwen. "TALK."

"No."

"NOW!"

Gwen groaned as she and Courtney snuck off to the side, away from the other wolves.

Courtney shifted her head into a human one. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What?"

"I know you're in love with this guy."

"Yeah. So?"

"So the pack will tear him to shreds. They'll probably make you do it."

"This is kind of a big deal. I think he might be the one."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "You really want to be reminded of what happened to the other wolves who went against the pack? Zoey? Dawn? Bridgette? Eva, and she had silver bullets!"

In the midst of this conversation, Izzy slunk over to Trent, a hungry look in her eyes. She grinned as she scaled his body.

"What the hell are you doing?", Heather demanded.

Izzy responded by burying her head in the crook of Trent's neck and giving it a huge sniff.

"I've got good news, girls."

"That rash cleared up", Lindsay piped in. Yet another eye-roll from the alpha.

"He's a virgin."

Gwen's ears twitched at Izzy's discovery. "You sure about that?"

"Izzy's nose never lies."

"Never gets stuffed up, either." Izzy's face stretched into a lupine muzzle and returned to sniffing Trent's neck.

"Aaaah! Cold!"

"Izzy!"

With a pout, Izzy shifted back into full wolf. "PARTY. POOPER."

"Deal with it."

Gwen stepped forward, seemingly about to say something. Courtney, shifting back to full wolf, grabbed her tail. "Ouch!"

"NO."

"Ladies, we have a virgin. Now, the fun can begin." Heather capped off her declaration with a hearty howl. Her fellow pack members joined her, though Gwen's howl wasn't quite as full.

"Heather!"

The alpha's howl died down. "What?"

"I'd like to volunteer to tie down the sacrifice."

Heather scowled. "You know, you've been acting weird all night. To be honest, you act weird every night, and not the readily identifiable kind of weird like her." She pointed at Izzy, who was scratching her ears with her hind paw…in human form.

"Sorry. I thought I got rid of them all."

"The kind of weird like you're hiding something." It was true. Gwen had never been much for this kind of life and got her enjoyment out of being alone. "Still, I'm liking this burst of initiative."

Gwen went to work, tying Trent's arms and legs with rope. Trent struggled mightily to free himself. Heather grabbed his jaw.

"You might want to be careful while she's tying you up. You could make a wrong move and get your throat cut." Heather extended a claw and lightly ran it across Trent's neck.

Trent stopped moving. Gwen extended her claw and cut through the binding around Trent's feet.

Gwen made her way next to Courtney, a smile on her face for the first time that night.

The dark-haired wolf made her way to the book, flipping it open with her paw. She turned the pages with her paw. She kept flipping back and forth, not quite finding the right one.

She shifted her paws into fingers and flipped to page 147. She forced herself to speak the first sentence. "SHIT."

Gwen smiled a little too much for Courtney's taste. "WHAT. DO?"

She shook her head. "KNOT."

Heather shifted her body into a human form, grasping the book in one hand and the dagger in the other.

"Audite meus placitum, infusio is lux lucis, tribuo nos totus eternus nox noctis."

Heather raised the dagger, pointed at Trent's heart.

The other wolves glanced on. Gwen gritted her teeth.

Trent's eyes widened at the dagger above him. He groaned as he struggled with his ropes. His hands were bound tightly. He wriggled his legs within the rope that bound them. The rope split apart.

Not bothering to question how it happened, Trent took off running.

Heather started growling, her wolf teeth bared. Surprisingly, she spoke in an even and reasonable tone. "I want him back. Now. You can hurt him a little, but not too much. If he dies before I can kill him, I'm gonna want to kill somebody."

Izzy and Lindsay rushed out the door. Courtney reluctantly followed them.

Before Gwen could walk out…"…and speaking of hurting someone…"

Heather rushed over to Gwen and, her hand sprouting claws, smacked her across the room.

"Did you think that was smart, letting our virgin escape?"

"Maybe, you got a faulty rope. Ever think of that?"

Heather took another swipe at Gwen's face. Gwen blocked it. Extending her other hand in the same feral fashion, Heather scraped at Gwen's midsection, leaving three bloody claw marks.

Gwen grabbed at her fresh wounds. Heather wrapped her hand around Gwen's neck and lifted her off the ground.

"It really is too bad that you aren't a virgin. Right now, I have no problem with killing you."

"Then…do it", Gwen sputtered.

Heather smirked as she let Gwen go. "Nah. Having you alive is more fun than having you dead."


Trent panted heavily as he made his way to the first floor. He stared ahead to the front door and ran like hell.

He reached for the door handle, but it pulled away before he could grab it.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" It was the same homeless guy Trent ran into minutes earlier.

"Trying to leave." Trent rushed past him, but he threw Trent against the door.

"Why would you even be here in the first place?"

"Long story."

"Who cares? You need to get lost."

"We both do." Trent grabbed the homeless guy's hand, but he rudely snatched it back.

"Don't touch me! You got a lot of nerve, eh? Running into me, grabbing my hand and invading my private property."

"Forget this. I'm leaving."

"Good. Great! Finally, I can get some peace a-" The homeless man's body went limp. Blood developed on the front of his dirty shirt. Five claws ripped a hole clean through his chest and held his heart in front of him.

Trent recoiled at this gruesome act. Izzy pulled the heart back through the homeless man's body.

"Too bad this guy was so heartless", Izzy said as she let his body drop. A silver necklace around his neck flew onto his face.

Lindsay and Courtney rolled their eyes. They each grabbed one of Trent's arms and walked him back toward the stairwell.

Trent slipped his foot into the chain of the necklace and snatched it off, grasping it with his toes.

Izzy trailed behind them, eating the man's heart like an apple.


Trent fell to the ground. He glanced over to Gwen, the wounds in her abdomen still fresh.

Heather picked him up with one paw. He glared at her, suspecting that she inflicted the damage.

"Now, do you see the futility of resistance, virgin?"

Had Trent possessed the strength and the nerve, he'd have answered her question with a good bout of punches and kicks. As he had neither, the best he could manage was a vicious scowl.

"How much time do we have?"

Lindsay checked her phone. The phone in her wolf paw threatened to crack. She gasped through her wolfen snout and outstretched her paws. Her dainty hands returned, looking very odd at the ends of her muscular, hairy arms.

"Huh. Thought I saved that Candy Crush game."

"Lindsay!", Heather growled.

"Twenty to midnight." Her tone was more annoyed than frightened.

Heather nodded her head. In one fluid motion, she lifted Trent with one paw and tossed the dagger toward Gwen with the other.

"How are your wounds, Gwen?"

Gwen checked her abdomen. Barely even scratched. "They're gone."

"Good."

"Why?"

"I'm feeling Shakespearean, tonight." Heather tightened her grip on Trent's neck. "I think you like this guy, so here's how it's going to be…" Gwen's breath caught in her throat. She had a feeling that whatever came out of the alpha's mouth next would not be good. "Stick him or you both die.".