He changes back. And thinks.

Gradually, Hunter's cock stopped spurting seed into her and his knot relaxed, allowing him to pull out of her body. A gush of cream flowed out of her gaping cunt, but she didn't move, only her breathing showing that she was still alive. He looked down at her, troubled by how close he had come to murdering her. He fumbled in his clothes, finding the flash and using it to return to human form.

His involuntary transformation worried him, but even more worrisome was the growing bloodlust when he was in wolf form. He knew he must find a way to channel or deal with it, or some innocent would die at his hands. Worse yet, someone dear to him might be the victim. The image of his wife Jess ravaged and torn by his teeth and claws rose in his mind, making him shudder.

He dressed, looking down at the supine girl, savouring the well fucked look of her while troubled by how close to losing control he had come. He checked her pulse, making sure that she was just deeply asleep, before covering her nakedness with her sleeping bag and blowing the candles out.

In the darkness, he made his way back to the basement window they had entered by. His senses were not as acute as they were as a wolf, but he had little difficulty finding it and climbing back into the alley.

He stood, mulling alternatives in his mind, considering what he should do.