Heidi is about to ask her wolf what the hell that means when the rest of the Moon Blessed stagger to their feet, gasping and clutching each other. Slowly, those who had shifted begin to convulse again. Their bones crack and fur recedes, until they are one again, in their human form.
Clothes—or what's left of them, hang shredded, and ripped to indecent tatters on them. Girls squeal, slapping hands over their eyes at the boys whose cocks are either dangling from their torn porn or balls straining against some hole. The boys, however, gape at the girls' bare shoulders, midriffs, and thighs.
Someone hisses, "Oh my god, my bra's gone," while another shouts, "Dude, stop staring!"
Val, who is panting, drags a hand down her blood-smeared face. "Really? You all almost died and now it's horny middle school locker room energy? Get a grip!"
Still, one boy coughs and tries to cover himself with what looks like a shred of wolf fur clinging to his hip.
