Leanna wanted to look away but she couldn't. She gasped in horror as the black wolf managed to mount the white one. It was good Jennie wasn't there to see this... That was the last coherent thought her mind managed to form. Her eyes widened. Bile burned in the back of her throat. She gagged and managed to turn away, staggering a little bit away from the other girls.<br/><br/>She felt sympathy for the white wolf. Shawna and Kira's voices were indistinct blurs of sounds that refused to resolve themselves into words. Something had made them react though and she couldn't help looking over her shoulder to find out what. Her eyes widened even further, as round as saucers. Jennie WAS the white wolf. But male...<br/><br/>"Fuck," she whispered, taking a step back. They really did have to get inside, though somehow she didn't think that was going to make much of a difference. Werewolves. How was that possible? Her head ached. There was only so much her mind could be expected to process at once.<br/><br/>Instinct took over and she eyed the newcomer suspiciously. What were the odds? She gasped as his form shifted in front of them. Not a man at all and somehow she wasn't surprised. His arrival on the scene was just too coincidental. When he grabbed Kira, she stepped forward. "Why don't you find someone a little more your own size to pick on, you furry motherfucker?" she said. Always fiercely protective of those she cared about and generous to a fault, those traits were likely gong to be her undoing in this instance. One hand behind her motioned for Shawna to get out of there. Since she was shorter than Kira by a good few inches that wasn't her. "Leave her alone." Leanna had no idea how she was going to manage to make him. Were any of the things she had heard about werewolves- silver, wolfsbane- true?