“I haven’t hurt anyone.” xe protests “Do we really need all this fuss?”

the cop tightens the handcuffs further, already painfully pinching the bones “For a person like you?”

“You afraid of the big bad wolf?” xe grins “You’d think, if you were afraid of what I can do as a werewolf, you’d muzzle me. But I have rights you know. And I will be talking about your conduct with my attorney.”

“Something is wrong.” says the witch.

“Hn?” grunts the vampire “It’s three in the morning, go back to bed.”

“Something is wrong.” insists the witch “Wake up, we need to check the shoppe.”

Down below, in under a table in the storeroom, a curse begins to take shape.

The werewolf smiles vacantly at the witch.

The witch glares.

In the background, something shatters loudly.

“Take the dogs.” demands the witch “They aren’t mine.”

“They aren’t ours.” says the werewolf pleasantly “And [Alpha] is sick and unable to override that decision for the next several days. Give your dogs to someone else.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, not at all.” soothes the werewolf “It feels like an unpleasant rash. Itchy and hot, but not excruciating.”

The new wolf frowns, scratches the place where the bite is still healing “Are you sure?”

“If you’ve had chickenpox, you’ve had worse than turning. Honest!”