MV: Animal Control

Andy looked at the gun in his hand. It was a revolver, probably meant as a backup, He popped the cylinder, checked that it was fully loaded, and pressed it back into place. He nodded to Veronica, swung the driver's door open, and stepped out.  

The wolf had gone to its intermediate form and was shaking its head and snarling, trying to get up off the pavement. Traffic was stopping around them, and people had their phones out -- either talking into them, or trying to film. "Oh, grand," said Veronica. "I don't suppose I can talk you into getting back in the car before we end up on the news?"

She could have, actually, but Andy shook his head. He wanted a piece of this wolf, and he didn't want to be living -- or undead either, he thought suddenly -- in a world where this thing was hunting him.

Veronica must have felt the same way, because she sighed and fished out her wallet. Moving closer to the half-transformed werewolf, she flashed the badge at the sudden traffic jam around them and said, "Animal Control. Please stay back while we deal with the situation."

Andy heard a small, bright tinkling, and looked down in time to see a deformed lump of silver hit the ground beside the werewolf. It was forcing the bullets out of its flesh. Could I do that? Or is the flesh of a wight different from that of a werewolf? He hesitated, because he hadn't counted on having an audience. 

Veronica didn't, She had her pistol holstered, and strode forward while pulling a handful of zip-ties out of pocket. "Stay still," she snarled, as she bent down, "or my new friend is going to put a bullet in your brain-pan, and another in your heart since we're not sure that skull of yours has anything useful inside it."

The werewolf hesitated, and Andy could feel his own beast looking out through his eyes, gauging positions, movements, intentions. The werewolf eyed him, and he smiled -- probably an unsettling expression, but he still hadn't gotten a chance to see how he really looked. Certainly no few of the people stopped around him were remarking on it. 

The wolf went limp, surrendering with only a token snarl. Veronica made quick work of tying it down then threw it over her shoulder and carried it to the car. "I know you can cut those restraints," she said, looking into the back seat. "I wouldn't advise it." She shut the door. "Change of plans: I'm driving, you're in the passenger seat. If he moves, shoot him. You've got six bullets, so go head, heart, shoulders, then knees. 

"Got it," said Andy, and went around to arrange himself in the passenger seat.