I grunt as my body hits the ground, quickly looking over as I hear something crash into the trees. The man from the school night is back, his body twisted into the werewolf’s form. His gnarled teeth gnash as he turns, preparing to jump at me as his eyes glow in the low light of the overcast forest. He lets out something akin to a roar, and I scramble to my feet to run away. But Rita passes me, running toward him. Her body crackles and shifts, shoes left behind, as her smaller body gains a snout, sharp teeth, and claws. With an angry howl-like bark, she slashes toward his face, but he backs away. And just like that night in school, they begin trying to rip out each other’s throat as quickly as possible. I scramble to hide behind a tree and watch. My clothes get messy from the ground, my sk
