Keep hold.

You keep a firm grip on the wolf’s cock. His strength seems to be draining from him. You dodge his weakened swings as you keep a firm grasp on his shaft. After a while, he passes out from the pain. Feeling confident that he’s actually out you let go of his cock.

You can’t believe it. You beat a werewolf. But you can see he’s still breathing. You need to finish it, or you could be tracked by a wolf pack later on. You think of what silver you have in the house. You’re not sure how any jewelry would help, but then you remember your mom’s silverware in the dining room.

With a silver butter knife in hand, you line it up over the passed out wolf’s chest. You hold your bat in your hand and use it as a hammer, slamming the knife into the wolf. He flares to life with a final scream, before falling limp again. This time for good.

You stand up victorious over the wolf. Even if the wolf’s cum is dripping from your body. Your shirt is little more than scraps on the ground. You’ll just need to get a new one. But before you can take a step, the ring flares into a blinding light.

You close and cover your eyes. When you open them again, the glowing has stopped and you realize you’re dressed again. Your shirt is in one piece and on your body. Your bat is in your hand, and your knife is clipped onto your skirt. So now the ring wants to do magic? Whatever, at least you don’t have to get ready again.

You make your way through your wrecked house. And you step through the hole that used to be your front door. The park is just across the street, and on the other side of the park, you can see the looming black tower.