Force of Nature Cover (Part 5)

So here is the continuation to the Force of Nature Series I started back in May. Continuation to this: 

https://www.patreon.com/posts/wolf-cop-girl-04-5410779

This 5th pic serves as a Cover so no captions needed other than this cheesy movie tag-line on it :P

As usual this is a side project and don't expect anything fancy out of it, I'll try to put at least 1 new pic each month of it. 

Right click to open full view and hq version of this pic as usual for $10 rewards and above.

As for what happens next here , most probably we'll jump to the tf scene immediately so to fill that gap I present you a submission story by Berry White here below. Enjoy!

Leo                                                                    

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Before I could think of what I should call this in as, let alone reach for my radio, the wolf was upon me. My training was the only thing that saved my neck from being ripped out by his fangs as I instinctively raised my flashlight to defend myself. White hot flashes of pain ripped through the shoulder of my gun arm as his claws tore at me. I knew he wanted to escape, but I was in his way and he seemed to know I carried deadly force with me, making his attempt frenzied and out of control. He would kill me to be free, and I sureley thought I was dead.

    I remember still hearing popping and cracking noises as I unholstered my gun with great pain and difficulty, his transformation not being fully complete is quite possibly the only reason I am alive today, as I pulled my firearm the wolf released my flashlight and brought his jaws down on my left forearm with lightning speed. My vision went white with pain for a split second. I fired 4 rounds into the beast and it's howl of pain was almost deafening, his jaws released my forearm, crushed by the force, and to my amazement, the wolf fled out of the alley almost as if nothing had happened to it. I got to my feet and assessed the damage, reaching for my radio with my 'good' arm. The flashlight was crushed and ruined, my left forearm was in no better shape as I couldn't even feel my hand, and I had scratches and claw rakes over alot of my body armor, my shirt in tatters over it. My right shoulder was in bad shape but still allowed me enough movement to reach the radio on my collar.

    "Dispatch, this is Officer Pegrino, need an ambulance to my location, the alley of East 44th between Casey and Williamsburg, sustained serious injuries in a... wild animal attack, most likely a coyote or wolf. Over."

    "On thier way, you sit tight. Over."

    I sighed as I opened the first aid kit and went about trying to stop the bleeding on my forearm, even though dispatch hadn't asked about it, I knew I was going to have an interesting time filling out the incident report. Not to mention I was likely going to have to get rabies shots, since I wouldn't be able to say "Oh, no, the guy that turned into a wild animal surely didn't have rabies."

    Was that really a werewolf, though? I thought to myself, trying to distract myself from the pain of putting pressure on my ruined forearm. I mean, I've seen some movies when I was a kid, but how could that be real? There's just no scientific explanation to this. Maybe a stress hallucination?

    The sirens approaching snapped me out of my introspection, and all I could think about after that was the throbbing pain in my shoulder and forearm, which was probably for the best. If I wasn't hallucinating before, my mind stressing over the possibility of werewolves being real was enough to make me do it then.

    The emergency responders took a quick statement, and confirmed that it was consistent with an animal attack, a larger than normal one if it were a wolf, but consistent nonetheless. The trip to the emergency room was uneventful, the rider was quiet and having stabilized me decided to catch up on some sleep having been on shift for 14 hours already. I nodded off on the way and my mind began to linger on the man that I saw, and I began to subconciously feel envious of him, the raw power and freedom he possessed just beneath the surface. I want to have that, I want to be it, to be... HIS--

    I was jolted awake as the ambulance hit a small pothole, and I immediately felt flush. Embarrassed by my inner confession, even though the tech beside me was still sleeping soundly. What the hell? I thought. He/it just tried to kill me, why would I want-- I pushed the thought down, buried it and told myself it was the shock talking. I'd seen people in bad shape make weird requests and outbursts all the time, this had to be what was happening. I was in shock and I wasn't thinking straight. I pulled the blanket up to my neck and thought about what I'd put in the report the rest of the way to the emergency room.