| Narrow Escape

Jack's mind raced through possible courses of action. He could try to bring on his change, pit the wolf against the wolf. But what chance would he stand against an entire pack of werewolves?

Before him, Mary opened her jaws and laughed, perhaps hoping to scare him with the horror of her transformation.

But Jack was getting used to horror. He pushed her aside as he turned back to the advancing porter. 'You want to join the ranks of these freaks? Here!' He kicked the man in the groin, as hard as he could.

With a groan of agony, the porter fell back into the laps of two wolves mid-change. On instinct, ignoring his protesting shrieks, they bit and snapped at him.

'Don't forget to write,' Jack muttered as he turned back to the door. The older woman, still blocking his way, slashed at his face with the knife. He dodged aside, and she sliced into her friend's arm instead.