The Werewolves of Liverpool

Untitled Part 4

The peacefulness didn't last long for the youngest Beatle, he kept tussling about under the covers. "I feel so hot... Weird since it's the middle of autumn, maybe some fresh air will calm my nerves." He thought as he went down to the porch.

"Weird... Why do I feel even hotter now?" George groaned, trying to fan himself with his hands. As he continued to wave them he noticed they were growing fuzzier with his nails sharpening."Ack!! What's going on?!"

The fuzz began to spread all over, going all the way up to his neck. Next, he hunched over as his stomach started to expand, popping his shirt buttons one by one until they all fell to the floor, followed by his belt coming off with a sharp snap. It was too much for his thickening legs to handle as he fell onto all fours.

Finally, his face stretched into a snout filled with razor-sharp teeth, letting out a low howl into the night.

As he dashed off into the night, the sound of the howling awoken Paul. "Weird.. Sounded like a big dog. George? Did you hear it too?.. George?"

As soon as he opened the door to his room, the bassist noticed that he wasn't there. "Weird, I guess he went out on another midnight walk... Oh, I hope that dog didn't try and get him again!" He panicked as he raced downstairs. 

Once he went downstairs and opened the front door all he saw were his tattered clothes. "Ooh, this can't be good.."

"I don't know what's going on, but I bet it has something to do with that weird dog he was talking about the other night. I gotta go after him!" Paul declared although he didn't know what he was getting himself into nothing got between him and his little brother.

Grabbing a flashlight, his coat, and a jackknife, the bass player set off.

"George? George where you are?!" Paul yelled, following the wolf tracks he found on the porch. "Oooh, Georgie please be safe.."

The tracks soon lead deep into the woods, much to his detriment. "God, why is it always the dark forests? Can't wolves ever go somewhere more appealing?" He groaned, unfortunately, he didn't watch where he was going and wound up tripping over something large and fuzzy.

Picking up his flashlight he soon faced facing with a large wolflike creature growling at him. Before he had time to get up he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

"Ouch.." Paul winced, holding onto it. Upon taking a closer look he discovered three claw marks embedded into the skin. "Aw man, I sure hope that's not infected!"

 The wolf merely howled in response, it was definitely well fed too with how bloated it looked. "Someone ought to put you on a diet! Wait, wolves aren't common here, where did you come from?"

The wolf merely growled in response, slowly approaching the terrified Beatle. "Whew... Hey, is the sun coming up already? I must have been out longer than I thought.." Paul remarked, but once sunlight shone over the woods he was in for the shock of his life. 

The wolf groaned, losing all its fur and collapsing to the ground. The bassist would have never expected it to be the one he was searching for. "George? But that's impossible! Werewolves aren't real are they?"

That didn't matter now, he had to get George back home before anyone saw them outside, especially since George wasn't wearing anything at the moment. "Hopefully this stuff isn't contagious."