Sensations of change, of a new and greater existence, washed through Amy’s mind. Her soul felt somehow fulfilled, cleansed.
“Amy, please! Tell us what’s going on!” Leslie’s voice was distant. The she-wolf ignored her pleas.
It felt right to be growing fur. Having fangs was as natural to her as breathing. She realized that her tail and muzzle would come soon, and smiled at the thought.
“I told you, it’s this place,” spoke the howling girl. “Just like the legends said!”
A spark of light came to Amy’s field of thermographic vision, and she focused lupine eyes beyond the frantic crowd, to the moon spells of the Queen. Her Queen.
“Let us help you!” Leslie gripped her arm, her tense fingers parting divets in Amy’s lush golden fur.
All will join the pack, the Queen’s voice inside her mind whispered. They will be beautiful, like you.
Amy’s attention returned to the ground. The spectral wolf’s heads leveled out, sweeping parallel to the Earth, seconds from contact with their human hosts.
“No,” the young lycanthrope growled. “Let me help you.”
The humans were distracted long enough to be bombarded by the bestial magic. The Queen’s power settled into every last human body, and they recoiled in shock as Amy howled with joy.