We fought and captured werewolves throughout the night and, finally, the sun rose, putting an end to the horror. I looked down into The Pit and there were more than twenty people who were all demanding to get out.
"Why am I here... naked?" one woman said, trying to cover herself. It was strange, but most of them were women.
"Do any of you remember being bitten by anyone or anything?" I asked.
"No, not me," one woman said.
"I met a guy recently," one woman said, "but I don't remember him biting me."
"I met a woman recently," another woman said. "We became friends, but I don't remember anyone biting me either."
"Cathy, what do you think?" I asked.
She smirked. "If you let me out of here, then we'll talk."
"Okay, here's the deal," I said. "You are all werewolves, whether you know it or not. And before we will agree to let you out, you have to agree to take it... including you, Cathy."
"And if we don't?" a man asked.
