The guy looks you up and down, then shrugs.
"Maybe we can talk more in my office," he says.
He leads you to a cramped ground floor office on the far side of the house, then says, "I just need to get, uh, get ready. I'll be right back," and steps back outside into the hall.
You scan the room for anything valuable, but it's just old books and some ugly plastic trophies. You're checking the desk when you see a blue streak cut across the bay window.
Cops.
This house is old and there's a second door to this room, but when you try it, it's either locked or stuck. You yank again and it pops open, revealing a storage room almost completely stuffed with filing cabinets.
"Yeah, I got him." That's the director, outside. "Another hustler. They're everywhere these days."
You push through the filing cabinets in near-total darkness and find another door. It only opens inward.
"Where?" The police officer is in the office.
You wrench the door open, knocking over a cabinet, and stumbling down an icy flight of steps. There's shouting inside as you jump a chain-link fence and sprint away into the darkness.
You can't take another chance with the shelter system. Your options now are to turn into a wolf and put your survival skills to the test, or just stay up all night walking around so you don't freeze to death.
I take on my wolf form; I'm tough enough to survive the night without any harm.
Humans are the scum of the earth. I guess I'm walking all night so I don't die.
It doesn't look like I have a choice: rather than giving in to my Rage and transforming, I just walk.
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