The werewolf packs

Father Stephan looks up from where he sits, "Look at you," he sighs. "You shouldn't be here."

Without warning he leaps to his feet and lurches towards you. You're tired but still buzzing with the adrenaline left over from your encounter with the zombies. When you spot the flash of a blade in his hand you're fast enough to duck out of the way.

"I-mean-you-no-harm!" wails Stephan, even as he raises the knife to you. Only it's no knife - it's just a letter opener.

"Father, why don't you put that down..." you do well to keep your voice calm and reasonable.

"Worse than the zombies," the priest starts to explain, his voice cracking, "Are the werewolf packs. They have the same intentions as the zombies, different cycles but are faster, stronger and more intelligent!"

You pause to consider his words, "Same intentions. Oh. You mean that fight, flee, fu... ah, sex urges the zombies seem to have?"

He nods, unable to meet your eyes, "And... and... they can look like humans. They are very allergic to silver though. If I was to press the flat of this blade to your throat it would reveal whether you're a werewolf or not. That's all I want to do."

"Hmm. Father; I've just got here. How could I be a werewolf?" You're not keen on letting the unstable priest press the letter opener to your neck.

The man sobs again and casts a guilty look at the shotgun boy, "I can't take the risk. They've caught this lad before. I found him with a werewolf couple. It was an unholy sight! The creatures were in their strange half-human, half-wolf shape and they had him captive. The male werewolf had the poor boy from behind. It's monster cock was **** his backside! The beast had reached around to masturbate this young man's penis while the female beast knelt before him and lapped at his juice! It was only when the two beasts broke off to copulate with each other that I was able to rescue him! What do you make of that horror!"