Much to your relief (again) Alex's looks at your teary eyes as the tears run down and drip off your muzzle and his face contorts into one of extreme sympathy. He gets up off the floor and grabs your pawish hands and looks at the claws growing out of them. "Jesus, Blair..." he says, tears welling up in his eyes. "What the hell happened to you?" You drop your hands to your sides and sit down on the edge of the tub, as cracks form in it from your increased muscle mass. "Here, I'll go tell the girls the date is off..." he says, leaving you alone in the bathroom with your thoughts.
Five minutes later, he's back. He closes the bathroom door and says, "They sure seemed pissed off. They sped off in a hurry." He said, sitting down next to you on the edge of the tub. "Now, I want you to tell me exactly how this happened to you." He says, looking extremely sad and concerned. Letting out a low whine, you explain in a growling voice the spaceship, the anthropomorphic animals, the ray guns, the missing woman, and finally, the hardest part, your transformation. Sobbing, you hang your head in your hands as Alex pats you on the back.
"Why didn't you call me?" he asked. "Because I thought you would run away screaming..." you say, sobbing again. "But you're not affected by this. You're still my friend and want to know what happened to me. What did I do to deserve you..." you say, breaking into choked sobs again. A few tears fall from Alex's eyes as he says, "Of course, buddy. I'll always be your friend, no matter what happens. Or happened." He says. He stands up and you feel better. You stand up too, towering over him, tail wagging in compassion. "Ok, you can back off on the tail wagging though..." Alex laughs. You both fall to the floor in hysterics. Good old Alex, he could always make you feel better...
"Listen..." he says. "My dad's a doctor. It'll take some explaining to do, but maybe he can cure you!" he says happily. You look at him with gratitude. "In fact, let's go right now!" He steps out of the bathroom, turning off the light. You duck under the doorframe again and follow him down the hallway. He turns the corner. "C'mon we'll take your...." he begins to say.
BANG! A loud noise, like the firing of a gun, echoes through the house. You yelp at the sudden noise and scamper off towards the bathroom. You stop yourself, though, and chalk it up to your new wolf instincts. You run down the hallway again and turn the corner... and moan in despair.
Alex is laying spread eagled on the floor, eyes closed, apparently unconscious. You turn towards the doorway and see Davidson on your front step, still wearing his wifebeater, camo pants, and black work boots. He's wearing goggles this time and holding the same gun he used to shoot you the previous night. He removes the goggles and smiles, bearing his fangs. "Got him!" he says triumphantly. "That's one more solider to our army. Now where's that guy from last nigh..." he turns towards the hallway and sees you. He freezes, his orange and black fur rippling over his huge arms and muscular chest in the night wind.
Your fur bristles and you growl, bearing your long, sharp fangs. This is the thing that changed you and your soon to be changed friend. Anger wells up inside you like a balloon filling with helium, and you take a step towards the figure in the doorway. Fear flickers across Davidson's tiger head and he says, "Hey, take it easy..." he holds his huge paw-like hands out in front of him as he takes a step back. The gun falls to the floor of the hallway with a loud clang. "Look, I know you're probably pissed that I had to do that to you and your friend, but I was just following orders! If you're gonna be mad at someone, be mad at Sarge! I suggested letting you go!" he looks extremely afraid now.
From Davidson's perspective, you must look terrifying: an eight foot tall, hugely muscular anthro wolf, fangs bared and claws out in front, stepping towards him, yellow eyes gleaming, from a dark hallway. You hear Alex moaning from the floor just as fur starts growing on the front of his chest. This only makes you madder. You swipe towards Davidson, shredding his wifebeater down the front. It flutters to the floor, revealing his thick, muscular fur-covered abs and pecs. "Please don't." He whispers, shaking with fear and taking another step back. "I was just doing my job. If you let me explain, I'll tell you all about the aliens, were they come from, what cause we're fighting against, and why we changed you..." The thought is tempting, to know more information, but can you really trust the thing that changed you?