Confrontation: A hopeless choice

Sherry was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking through a family photo album on the sofa.

The photos dated back to when both Shannon and she were kids. They played with toys together, read books with Leonard together, and went to school in a car which Ben was driving together. The happy childhood shared by the two sisters stood in sharp contrast to the loneliness that was consuming Sherry now.

Suddenly, she heard a strange sound outside. It was like something had hit heavily on the front door. What could that be? She had a bad feeling about what was going on, so she put down the album and quietly went out of the room.

Sherry arrived at the foyer and she didn't understand what had happened. The front door of the mansion was shattered, and a man, naked, covered in blood, was standing right there.

"Bruce? What are you doing here?" Sherry recognized her boyfriend, and she was surprised to see him like this.

"They're coming to get you, Sherry. I can't let them, because you're mine." Bruce smiled calmly.

Suddenly, his skull stretched forward and his face twisted into a wolf-like shape. His bones snapped, shifted, and reformed, while gray fur pushed out of his skin and covered his whole body. A fluffy tail burst from the base of his spine. When it was all done, he let out a horrific growl, with a hungry light flashing in his now golden eyes.

"What do you mean?" Sherry wasn't scared, but confused why her werewolf boyfriend transformed here and now.

But it was too late for her to find out what he meant. Before Sherry could even make a move, Bruce landed a terrible scratch on her chest with his huge claws and slammed her backward. Sherry hit the wall behind her and fell on the ground, almost getting knocked out. Blood was pumping out of her chest, and she didn't have the strength to get up.

"Why..." Sherry was too frightened to move. She kept staring at Bruce, the giant werewolf, failing to understand why he wanted to kill her.

"You really think I love you? Your mother was the reason my mother was killed. I want vengeance, and you're just a means to an end, Sherry." He laughed with arrogant pride, "Your disgusting father and that evil butler are dead! And I must say, your naive stupidity has been a great help."

"No..." She shook her head in horror.

Bruce stepped closer to Sherry casually, but before he could do anything, a silver bolt shot through the air and hit his back. He screamed painfully from the burning wound as he pulled the bolt out, and turned around to look at the door.

"Sherry... " You gasped in horror when you saw the wounded girl.

"Mr. Wilson. You surely like to get in my way." Bruce gave you a wicked smile, "But don't worry. I have plans for you, too."

Before you knew what was going on, a gray-furred female lycanthrope emerged from the shadows, dropped the crossbow out of Valerie's hands, and sent you hurtling through the air. You hit one of the pillars in the foyer and fell on the ground, coughing blood. Valerie snapped back to her senses and threw a fierce punch at the lycanthrope, but it elegantly stepped back to dodge it and returned to Bruce's side.

"James!" Grace screamed in panic and ran to your side. She helped you up and you just had to look at that lycanthrope. You were shocked.

Those eyes... Even if it was in this form, you would recognize those black eyes immediately. They were as beautiful as the first day you saw them.

"Fran...?" You whispered in disbelief.

"What?" Grace looked astonished.

"Incredible, Mr. Wilson. Of course you can recognize your precious girlfriend. Can you believe how much I adore you and Miss Evans? I can't imagine you just let her stay in a room by herself." He gently caressed Fran's back while looking at you.

"No..." You couldn't believe what you saw.

"I visited her last night. She was upset, crying in bed. And I made her happy. She was really good in bed." Bruce's grin grew even more menacing when he reached out his tongue and licked Fran's face. Fran closed her eyes and let out a satisfying growl.

"Her body is splendid for a human, but I made it better. Can't you see? Now she's perfect. She's mine. She will answer the call of the one and only Alpha of our pack. Me." He slid a claw between her fluffy thighs, she just shivered and moaned. She was enjoying his touch so much that she couldn't stop rubbing her enlarged breasts with both hands in front of everyone.

"No!" You screamed desperately.

"Enough bullshit..." Valerie dropped her bolt case and quickly transformed into her lycanthrope form. As a turned werewolf, she couldn't transform into a full-on werewolf when there wasn't a full moon, but still, she could fight better this way. The white lycanthrope and the gray werewolf clashed in the middle of the foyer, with howls and growls echoing in the mansion.

You picked up Valerie's crossbow, reloaded it with a silver bolt, and aimed at the werewolf. You tried to give Valerie some support, but immediately you were knocked down by Fran, and the crossbow slid dozens of feet away. She pinned you to the ground with her palms and growled at you.

"James! Hang in there!" Grace yelled aloud as she went for the crossbow.

"Fran... It's me, James... Can't you recognize me?" You pleaded.

You saw a single tear trace its way slowly down from the corner of one of her beautiful black eyes. She was still in there somewhere, and you were sure of it. Yet at the sound of your shout, Fran only raked her claws in fury across your chest, leaving three deep gashes. The pain almost dragged you into unconsciousness, but you held on. You knew you could not fall; otherwise all would be lost.

The gap between Valerie and Bruce in strength and speed was so obvious that, she was completely outmatched, and he just toyed with her the entire time. He swatted at her here and clawed at her there, gradually wearing down her stamina, while he himself didn't even seem to break a sweat. If Bruce wanted to, he could kill Valerie at any moment.

Grace just picked up the crossbow, but she was too far away. You were running out of time.

Fran opened her bloodied mouth, and she was about to strike you on the neck. A fleeting moment of Melissa baring her fangs, staring at you with her red eyes with a plaintive expression, flashed before your eyes.

You grabbed the mayor's revolver, which was loaded with silver bullets, and aimed it at Fran's chest.