You leave the Land Rover behind. Something like that is just a big blinking sign that you're here. You start into the forest, looking for a place to hide.
As you run through the woods, you start to wonder if Zoë could track you somehow, and this thought worries you. Frantically, you come up with a plan.
Since coming here, you haven't had a chance to change your clothes yet. That means at this point they smell a lot like you. You figure you could leave an item of
clothing behind to throw them off the scent, but what would smell enough like you to be a strong scent?
You try hard to concentrate, and then it hits you: your panties. Your period will come around in less than a week, so that means those panties are pretty hormonal
right now. It will be a gamble, because you'll be vulnerable while taking them off, but it will be worth it if it keeps you safe after that.
Your heart beats like some primal native drum in nervousness as you strip off your jeans and peel off your panties, pulling your pants back up hastily before draping
them over a tree, backing yourself up about ten yards, and taking a new path.
As you run, eventually, you find a rock crevice, almost a small cave, a small trickle of a stream running out of it. Perfect. The running water will mask your scent
even more.
Ducking inside, you shine your flashlight around. In the back, there's a grey, furry pelt. You freeze in fear, then take a step forward. Relief comes when it's just a
skin used as a blanket. Someone must have hidden here before. All the more reason for you to try it. After all, there's no sign of violence, so maybe the person that
hid here made it out safely.
You curl up in the blanket and sleep, exhausted from your run.
You dream, and in your dream you see Zoë, happy, normal, whole, just Zoë, not some wolf-woman. She calls to you, laughing, and you're glad to see she's safe.
You run to her, arms open, and you embrace. You have just enough time to wrap your arms around her before the pain comes.
Yes, pain. Startled, you push Zoë away, and you see where the pain comes from. She's bitten you, and her sharp teeth are wet with blood. Your blood. She's still
Zoë, but more savage looking, and before your eyes the girl you knew melts away, like a mirage, into a werewolf.
"Zoë," you say in pain, "Zoë, why?"
"Because I like you," she says simply.
You feel a shiver, like wind on naked flesh, and you look down to see your clothes are gone, replaced by thick, sleek red fur...
You awake with a start, sweating and afraid. Your mind races. What if Zoë's dreams and desires didn't start until she came here?