Yes, Matt is obviously a Werewolf

Pale blue eyes still as wide as dinner plates, Nicole focused on the redhead across from her, and mutely nodded her head. It went against every rational and scientific belief that she held, but Nicole couldn't deny the truth of her own eyes. Matt, her friend, was definitely a werewolf. Sarah didn't press her for anything else, she instead pulled her in to a warm embrace, the shorter girl's blonde head resting on her friend's pillowy bosom.

"He's a werewolf, Matt's a fucking werewolf," Miranda stood repeating, watching his receding trail of destruction through the forest in complete shock.

"H-how, how can Matt be a werewolf?" John asked, shaking his head like he was trying to clear the confusion from his brain.

"That dog, the one that bit him," Tom chimed in, turning away from the window to join their conversation, "it must have been a little weredog and it made him into a werewolf too."

"That's why it was so aggressive," John muttered.

"I knew it was sick," Nicole said, her voice muffled from her face being halfway buried in Sarah's comforting cleavage. "I just didn't think it was sick with lycanthropy."

There was a moment of silence after that, as the ridiculous truth set in.

Exhaling deeply, Nicole pushed her head off of Sarah's chest, even though the taller girl still wrapped her arms protectively around her. The two of them cuddling up like that, big boobs on small, was the subject of a particularly memorable dream John had once had, but he tried not think about that right now. The color still filling Nicole's cheeks and the way twisted her hands in her lap, made it obvious she hadn't recovered from her fright, so it would be extra improper for John to think of her sexually right now.

"So, what do we do now?" Nicole finally asked, taking another ragged breath to steady herself.

"We? What do you mean, we?" Tom asked, stepping away from the still open window.

"Someone has to do something about Matt," Nicole explained, using the same 'stating-the-obvious' tone that she had earlier when she explained why they had to investigate the noise.

"Shouldn't we, like, call someone?" Miranda asked, fidgeting nervously with her faux fur tail.

"Who are we gonna call?" John shrugged, "I've not got any monster hunters in my contacts, and it's not like the police would take this seriously. If we call them up and tell them our friend became a werewolf on Halloween night, the only way they'd come out would be to arrest us for wasting their time."

"That's why we have to do it," Nicole said.

"Wait, wait, wait. What's out that way anyway?" Tom asked, pointing towards the window Matt had leapt form and into the woods beyond.

"Some more woods, then just fields," Sarah answered.

"See, we don't have to do anything," Tom said with a smile, "he can go run wild in some fields, and we can go find him in the morning."

"Farmer's fields," Nicole corrected him, "farmers, with guns."

"Yeah, he might go after farmer's flocks," John nodded his head, supporting his friend's point.

"Or farmer's daughters," Nicole muttered, glancing away again as she said it. Before John could ask her what it was she meant, Sarah started speaking.

"Nicole's right, farmers might shoot him. Either shooting him will work, or it won't. If it works, then he'll be fucking dead, and if it doesn't, he'll maul the poor farmer who shot him. We can't let either of those things happen."

Sensing that he was outvoted, Tom relented. "Fine," he sighed, "someone should do something. But what exactly are we gonna do about it?"

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