Re: Later That Evening...
Greg had been shadowing Michelle at night. He wasn't a weirdo stalker, he was just concerned about the girl. She seemed pretty shaken up after she finished feeding and Greg was worried about her. Chicago wasn't a friendly town after dark and he didn't want something to happen to her. She seemed like a nice girl.
He watched the scene in front of him play out. Yeah, this was not going to be good. Dammit. He just lit a cigarette too.
He dropped it on the ground and smashed it out with the heel of his sneaker. Time to help out. He kicked off his shoes and removed his long coat. A moment later standing in his place was an eight and a half foot high werewolf, all fur and fangs.
The werewolf howled and charged in.
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