Soldiers, faces etched with determination, unleashed a relentless hail of bullets. Crackling reports of firearms mingled with the guttural growls of ancient beasts. Bullets found their mark, tearing into fur and flesh, yet Jason and Supatra pressed on, undeterred by the onslaught.

The military opened fire. Jason and Supatra heard shouting commands, urgent and desperate. Military personnel tried their best to follow the orders, their trembling hands causing them to miss their shots. Their faces are taut with tension and unsympathetic to the lives of the civilian population. Their screams echoed through the air, spreading frenzy panic like a chain-fire. The nightmarish ordeal grew worse. The howls and snarls grew louder, the werewolf army drawing closer with each passing moment.

A hail of bullets grabbed the two werewolves’ attention. They paused in the slaughter. The two exchanged a look. Jason barked as bullets smacked him in his chest and torso. He didn’t flinch. A hail of bullets struck into Supatra. The impact knocked her back a step. The engines, sounds of terror, and their roaring drowned out frantic evacuation.

Jason faced into the firing line. This monster is furious. His teeth bared, his muzzle dripped bits of blood and flesh. The howl rattled the human bone marrow. For a moment, the gunfire stopped. Fingers on triggers held still in utter terror. Supatra unveiled a deafening howl that pierced the air. Soldier’s hearts seized with terror. Their bodies were paralyzed by the primal and raw power that emanated from these creatures. Fear grips their every fiber, rendering them motionless. Their weapon weights felt unbearable. Their minds raced, desperately searching for a way to escape.

Two soldiers ran. Others spilled fuel and ignited gasoline and diesel wildfires. They hoped the blaze would repel the biological machines of death.

The military, now engaged in a deadly dance with creatures from nightmares, moved with strategic precision. They formed a shifting wall of gunfire, attempting to herd the werewolves away from vulnerable civilians. It was a symphony of chaos, the staccato rhythm of gunfire intertwined with the snarls of the werewolves.

The werewolves, in their blind rage, retaliated with a ferocity that defied reason. Jason lunged at a soldier, his massive jaws closing around the man’s rifle. With a twist of his head, the weapon was rendered useless. Supatra, her fur ablaze with embers, leaped onto a military vehicle, claws tearing through metal.

Soldiers fell, their screams joined the macabre melody of battle. The neighborhood, once a serene enclave, became a theater of horror. Clear skies witnessed clashes between the military, desperate to protect fleeing civilians and ancient werewolves, betrayed and fueled by primal rage.

As the day wore on, the neighborhood echoed with the sounds of gunfire, snarls, and the desperate cries of those caught in the crossfire. The Autumn leaves, now stained with blood, fluttered to the ground, bearing silent witness to a struggle that transcended human comprehension.

People screamed as they were torn apart. The soldiers and commander were caught off-guard by the true werewolves, not the weaker ferals they’d fought and killed hours before. They had no chance. The imperial werewolves were unstoppable. The last soldier gurgled as Supatra held him.

There was now an unnerving quiet save for the distant snarls and howls that seemed to converge upon the traumatized civilians. Jason and Supatra, their fur stained with the remnants of the military’s futile resistance, turned their attention to the huddled masses. Farah and Ami, their arms intertwined in a desperate embrace, sat on the ground in front of the civilians. Their bodies formed a shield, symbolic but fragile, providing precious extra seconds of life for those they sought to protect.

When the last soldier fell, Supatra’s ferocity silenced his desperate cries of biting his neck and shoulder cleanly apart. The heavy quiet settled as the echo of gunfire subsided, leaving only the haunting sounds of the approaching Feral army, a relentless force that intensified the urgency of escape for the surviving civilians.

In the ominous stillness, the werewolves’ predatory instincts took center stage. Jason and Supatra, their eyes gleaming with primal hunger, slowly advanced towards the crowd. The civilians, their faces etched with terror and soaked in sweat, became trapped in uncertainty.

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The hurried footsteps and strained breathing of the civilians added a discordant rhythm to the chaos. Panic spread like wildfire as people fled in various directions, each driven by the desperate need for safety and escape. A teenage boy, on edge, picked up a stray grenade with his trembling hands.

In this collective mob, mothers clutched their children with desperate strength, tears streaming down their faces as they navigated the labyrinth of chaos. Elderly individuals, their steps faltering against exhaustion and fear, struggled to keep pace. The young and able-bodied moved with a survival instinct, their eyes scanning for signs of werewolves

Farah and Ami, still embraced, held their ground as the last line of defense for those behind them. The distant howls of the Feral army intensified. The air was thick with a cocktail of fear, desperation, and impending doom. The werewolves, now advancing with purpose, symbolized not just predators of the flesh, but harbingers of deathly fate.

The grenade landed at Supatra’s feet and exploded. The explosion sent shock-waves through the group, forcing them to scatter and flee the approaching horde. Jason became frenzied. He snarled at Supatra as she laid dormant on the asphalt, then launched himself into the soldiers. The awful yell of dying civilians was cut short as Jason snuffed their lives. His frenzy didn’t break when Supatra recovered. Embers coated her fur. Crackling fire popped and sizzled without effect on her fur.

She tried to sniff at him. He attacked her in a blind rage, but she flung him away. He landed like a panther, his innate ability to orient himself activated. He spun on his own axis and landed on his paws, stopping his momentum. He placed his front paws close to his body, like a figure skater, rotated his upper body opposite his hind legs. He stretched his flexible spine and tightened himself as he caught sight of Supatra sprinting. He lunged and took chase. She gave distance, then abruptly twisted to the left and leapt to a pitched roof. He catapulted after her. She struck him in mid-air, sending him crashing to the ground. She jumped down, snatched a mini car, and slammed it onto Jason.

For a brief moment, everything froze in silence.

A thunderous ROAR erupted from under the car, reverberating through the trees and houses. Supatra dashed away. Swift and determined, she raced into the distance.

The car was overturned. Jason emerged, transformed into a really pissed werewolf. He let out a mighty HOWL, shaking the ground. This was no Teen Wolf or Twilight Saga. It was a howling horror film... on steroids.

He quickly caught up to her, gripping her by the throat. A talon sliced a slender cut on her temple, drawing a drop of blood. The two snarled and panted in each other’s faces. Jason’s eyes twinkled with his toned wolf physique. She was certainly attracted to him. He huffed in her face, dominating her space. She did not feel an inkling of threat from him.`

Jason released his grip, inhaling her scent deeply. Her eyes locked onto his, frozen with momentary fear. As they heavily panted, the human transformation overtook them both, their bodies wracked with agonizing change.

Swiftly, they stood before each other, completely naked. Jason and Supatra stared intently, their bodies illuminated in the light. Jason’s muscular backside radiated raw masculinity. Supatra’s long brown hair cascaded just above her hips. swiftly as they stand in their birthday suits. They eyed one another. Jason’s muscular backside sculpted in masculine energy. Supatra’s long brown hair fell just above her hips.

He spoke first, apologetically “Look, I’m--” Amidst the wreckage and flickering fires, Jason and Supatra stood, transformed bodies now hidden behind the shadows of their naked human forms.

Jason, usually so brash and confident, now seemed to carry the weight of vulnerability. His eyes, which had glinted with ferocity in his werewolf state, now held a flicker of insecurity. There was a subtle shift in his body language, a tension in his shoulders as he glanced at Supatra, perhaps questioning whether he had gone too far in the frenzy. He avoids eye contact, clenching his fists slightly. She locked eyes with Jason. He touched her shoulders with both hands. “I’ve never transformed so close. I’m sensing it was your first time too. Maybe we should pull the plug and go to our fate. If you don’t mind me...”

Supatra raised her hands to her chest. Bruises faded from her neck. Trickling blood slipped, and stopped, from a thin line on her temple. She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed slightly.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said with all his soul. “Yeah, okay. I get it. Big bad Jason, not your type. I'm just gonna crawl back under my rock now.” His joking tone hid a flicker of hurt in his eye as she stayed silent in response.

Her brow lowered as she whispered low enough to make Eartha Kitt envious. Her eyes never left him. Her purr turned into a sensuous “Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreow”

Her breath deepened and shivered as she told Jason “Fuck me.”

Amidst the wreckage and flickering fires, Jason and Supatra stood, transforming bodies now hidden behind the shadows of their naked human forms.

She meant what she said as her fingers dug into his arms, pulling him into her embrace.