A sense of invincibility enshrouds me in the frenzied state. Pain doesn't register to me. I bare my fangs in retaliation at her vice-like grip on my throat and strain forward to sink them into her. The wild smell of her blood inches from my frothing mouth induces an uncontrollable urge to tear into her chest and rip out her fast beating heart for a feast. She shoves me away and I am made to slide a few steps back. The moment is enough for her to escape to the mouth of the cave and stand under the shine of a bright crescent moon. The cloudless sky backs her. Coiled to strike for a second time, I instinctively assess the situation for a split second. 

She is shouting unintelligible words at me. Her features are in sharp relief as if lit by the afternoon sun, seen through my nocturnal vision. Clear blue eyes are fixed on me without fear and underline the sense she is a hardened veteran skilled in close combat; she blinks and from the minute change in expression a vulnerability is unwittingly shown. I know it is my chance to overpower her now. Her skin begins to sprout hair everywhere - I can see the fine down on her face lengthen and coarsen - her muscles ripple and twitch of their own accord like they want to grow in mass. 

I tense my legs and pounce to grapple with the werewolf without any caution, relying on heightened agility and peak savagery to offset my amateur fighting moves. All I need is one bite: my saliva will seep into her nervous system and work its deadly poison.