punched her in the stomach with his non-numb hand, as hard as he could, doubling her over.
Though he'd assumed that she'd gone totally feral, knocking a gun out of his hand wasn't an animal thing to do. Could he reason with her? Ivan had retained his human personality in his wolf-form, so maybe they could just talk this out.
"Ally!" he shouted. "Ally! Listen to me! We're trying to help you!"
She leapt on him and took a vicious swipe at his face. An inch closer and he'd be missing a nose.
"You can fight this!" George insisted. "Just try!"
Granted, there probably wasn't a lot of motivation for Ally to fight the change at this particular moment. Tearing George to shreds would be in her best interest. But if she was a peace-loving teenaged girl at heart who didn't want to hurt anybody, and there was part of her resisting the murderous urge...
Ally put back her head and let out a howl. It was not the kind of howl that George could translate as, Hi, George, I'm doing everything I can to control my inner beast, so just be patient for a little while longer. It was more like a howl of victory right before devouring her prey.
George punched her again. He wasn't sure if he'd feel guilty about this later. She rolled off of him. Now she was in the perfect position for Lou to shoot her with the tranquilizer dart, if he'd still had it.
Lou took a sharp turn to the left, eliciting a couple of honks. The tranquilizer gun slid back within George's grasp, and he snatched it up. He pointed it at Ally and pulled the trigger.
The van suddenly tilted as it headed down a steep hill, messing up George's aim. The dart flew past Ally's neck, missing by so little that George swore he saw her fur sway.
Then it struck Lou in the shoulder.
Aw, shit.
How fast did these darts work?
Lou plucked the dart out of his shoulder and looked back at them. His eyes rolled to the top of his head and he flopped over in his seat.
Ally pounced upon George. This should have distracted him from the fact that he was now in the back of a driverless van that was rolling down a steep icy hill, but it didn't, not entirely.
There was another dart up front. Other useful items up front included the steering wheel and the brake pedal, none of which were likely to be accessible before the van smashed into another vehicle or struck the curb and flipped onto its side, taking out a few innocent pedestrians. It was probably best for his mental health that George couldn't actually see where the van was headed.
Ally made another close but unsuccessful attempt to bite off his nose. He tried to jab his thumb into her eye. He didn't want to cause her any permanent injury, but he also didn't want to die a gruesome death, and right now his survival instinct trumped his concerns about disfiguring her. It didn't matter, since his thumb missed, and then narrowly missed getting bitten off.
He punched her once more. These blows were undoubtedly hurting his fist more than the were-girl. Still, each one seemed to stun her long enough to keep her from tearing him apart in the next moment.
The van was picking up speed.
Lots of speed.
At any second George expected to hear the crunch of something human underneath the tires.
"Ally! We have to stop the van or we're both going to die!"
Ally gave no indication that she understood him, or at least that she cared about his urgent message.
"Ally, please! I don't want to die like this! Neither do you! We need to work together!"
Ally gnashed her teeth.
George was surprised that they hadn't crashed into something yet. It was going to really, really hurt when they did.
* * *
Lou opened his eyes.
Where was he?
Oh, yeah, in the van.
What was happening in the van?
Oh, yeah, George was fighting a werewolf in the back.
Lou sat up. His vision was blurry. As far as he could tell, nobody was driving the van. Was that his job? He was pretty sure it was.
Why was the van still moving if nobody was driving?
It was going too fast for
Though he'd assumed that she'd gone totally feral, knocking a gun out of his hand wasn't an animal thing to do. Could he reason with her? Ivan had retained his human personality in his wolf-form, so maybe they could just talk this out.
"Ally!" he shouted. "Ally! Listen to me! We're trying to help you!"
She leapt on him and took a vicious swipe at his face. An inch closer and he'd be missing a nose.
"You can fight this!" George insisted. "Just try!"
Granted, there probably wasn't a lot of motivation for Ally to fight the change at this particular moment. Tearing George to shreds would be in her best interest. But if she was a peace-loving teenaged girl at heart who didn't want to hurt anybody, and there was part of her resisting the murderous urge...
Ally put back her head and let out a howl. It was not the kind of howl that George could translate as, Hi, George, I'm doing everything I can to control my inner beast, so just be patient for a little while longer. It was more like a howl of victory right before devouring her prey.
George punched her again. He wasn't sure if he'd feel guilty about this later. She rolled off of him. Now she was in the perfect position for Lou to shoot her with the tranquilizer dart, if he'd still had it.
Lou took a sharp turn to the left, eliciting a couple of honks. The tranquilizer gun slid back within George's grasp, and he snatched it up. He pointed it at Ally and pulled the trigger.
The van suddenly tilted as it headed down a steep hill, messing up George's aim. The dart flew past Ally's neck, missing by so little that George swore he saw her fur sway.
Then it struck Lou in the shoulder.
Aw, shit.
How fast did these darts work?
Lou plucked the dart out of his shoulder and looked back at them. His eyes rolled to the top of his head and he flopped over in his seat.
Ally pounced upon George. This should have distracted him from the fact that he was now in the back of a driverless van that was rolling down a steep icy hill, but it didn't, not entirely.
There was another dart up front. Other useful items up front included the steering wheel and the brake pedal, none of which were likely to be accessible before the van smashed into another vehicle or struck the curb and flipped onto its side, taking out a few innocent pedestrians. It was probably best for his mental health that George couldn't actually see where the van was headed.
Ally made another close but unsuccessful attempt to bite off his nose. He tried to jab his thumb into her eye. He didn't want to cause her any permanent injury, but he also didn't want to die a gruesome death, and right now his survival instinct trumped his concerns about disfiguring her. It didn't matter, since his thumb missed, and then narrowly missed getting bitten off.
He punched her once more. These blows were undoubtedly hurting his fist more than the were-girl. Still, each one seemed to stun her long enough to keep her from tearing him apart in the next moment.
The van was picking up speed.
Lots of speed.
At any second George expected to hear the crunch of something human underneath the tires.
"Ally! We have to stop the van or we're both going to die!"
Ally gave no indication that she understood him, or at least that she cared about his urgent message.
"Ally, please! I don't want to die like this! Neither do you! We need to work together!"
Ally gnashed her teeth.
George was surprised that they hadn't crashed into something yet. It was going to really, really hurt when they did.
* * *
Lou opened his eyes.
Where was he?
Oh, yeah, in the van.
What was happening in the van?
Oh, yeah, George was fighting a werewolf in the back.
Lou sat up. His vision was blurry. As far as he could tell, nobody was driving the van. Was that his job? He was pretty sure it was.
Why was the van still moving if nobody was driving?
It was going too fast for
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