Werewolves and Late Night Conventions Don't Mix

Happily, I skipped into the loud,  bustling convention where hundreds of people had gathered and met up with friends. I smiled widely and gazed around at everything I could possibly do or look at. This, was my first time at a convention. That is, if you don't count the time I accidently wondered into the Bronycon venue as I tried to find something else.
I giggle at the memory and start to venture further into the large crowds everywhere, wondering around curiously.

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Despite most conventions closing before around 7PM,  this one was open at 9PM and there were still quite a few people strolling along, chatting loudly. During my time here I had gone to three different panels, had a gander at quite a few stalls of artists and YouTubers,  not to mention the fact that I roleplayed with people a little bit, acting as my character, Rachael.
I stretch my arms and walk past a small group of girls. One of them gasp slightly and point outside.
"Hey look! The full moon's rising!" The tall, ginger leader of the group said, her emerald green eyes gleaming brightly. My eyes widen as I glance over, seeing this. I hit myself in the head. How could I have been so stupid, and lost track of time?!
Unfortunately for me, I was at the other side of the venue, nowhere near the entrance/exit. I started to hurry along, breaking into a steady jog as I made my way to the front of the venue. With every step I took, the urge to transform grew stronger, and stronger.
Not a minute later did it become too much, forcing me to drop to my hands and knees, panting and groaning loudly as I felt my boned click painfully as I started to turn into the monster I hated.
My eyes squeezed tight, I didn't notice the crowd around me, many filming with their phones out.
One man, a tall, buff brunette with his hair slicked back came up to me and gently put a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, you alright kiddo?" He asked with a deep, somewhat hushed voice. I shook my head in response.
"You all... n-need ..to leave... now-" I said, still breathing heavily. The man looked at me weirdly, knitting his bushy hazelnut brown eyebrows together.
"Why the hell would we run from someone who needs help?" He questioned.
"Because.... said person, is just... A danger to you all.." I muttered, biting back a scream as the transformation actually took place, my face elongating to to a muzzle.
The man stepped backwards in surprise, his baby blue eyes wide with fear and shock. I growled deeply, the transformation blocking my usual personality and turning me savage.

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The female stood up, her clothes now ripped to shreds and scattered across the floor. She kept growling, scanning the crowd with her beady eyes. Many still had their phones out, recording everything. The circle around the young female grew larger as she approached someone. Her growling became louder before she leapt at them, her jaws wide open, bearing her razor sharp teeth. The teenage boy screamed in terror, dropping his phone as he was tackled by the beast. She snapped her jaws closed around the teens neck, blood spraying out from the wound. Many other shouts and yells rang through out the stadium we were situated in. Security officers ran over as fast as they could to see what was going on and to make sure everything was okay. When they saw many people fleeing from an area and a tall, blonde werewolf standing over a mangled body of a teenage boy, it's muzzle covered in blood, their eyes widened, grabbing their guns from their holsters, aiming them at me. The beast swiveled around and eyed them and their guns before snarling and jumping onto one of them, biting into his neck and killing him as well. 
The other guard gasped. "John! No!" He shouted, lifting his gun and shooting at me multiple times before having to reload. The werewolf didn't even flinch, the bullets meeting their mark but immediately falling out, the wound healing rapidly. The security guard gasped and started to back up before running off, frantically calling for backup. 

By the time the cops had arrived,the beast had killed 7 more people, with quite a few "brave" ones trying to catch everything on film. They surrounded the werewolf, who was walking around in a circle to get a good look at her new opponents. The chief held up his hand. 
"Ready, aim..." He started. The young female growled loudly, staring at him. "FIRE!" He commanded, making all of the policemen(and women) around her shoot at once, he gunshots being heard from across the town. Due to being overwhelmed by the amount she was being shot, the werewolf growled even louder and howled. 
Not even a minute later did the cops realize that what they were doing was not affecting the girl. 
Wearing a long, raven black cloak and a pair of sunglasses, a man walked through the crowd of police officers and raised his silver colored revolver and aimed it at her. The beast stared at him before he shot her thrice times. The silver bullets sank into her stomach, causing her to howl in pain and fall to the floor, trying to put her paws (which were slowly turning back into hands) over the wound to attempt to get the bullets out. Blood pooled underneath her as she finally turned back into human form, blacking out. Cheers erupted as the girl layed there, nearing death with every second. They were happy that they had defeated the werewolf that had terrorized the convention.