"We're dispatching officers now, Ma'am. What does he look like?"

I looked back at the screen. "He's in his late thirties, tall, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. Hurry, she's not moving and he's still kicking her!" I hung up the phone and we sat back and watched.

If Olivia wasn't a werewolf, she wouldn't have survived the beating he put on her. He picked her up and threw her onto the hood of her car, then as she tried to get up he grabbed her hair and flung her to the ground again. He was kicking her again when I saw everyone still, and then they all ran off...