Wendy and Carla were among the few girls to respond to the howling. The crashing of glass encouraged them to run even faster.
They rounded the corner of the sixth floor and spied the open door to Anna Durst’s room. A cool breeze wafted through the portal, rustling sensuously through Wendy’s fur. She growled in delight as she and Carla stepped into the room.
Blood was splattered about the room, along with shreds of women’s clothing and splinters of a broken desk. Crouched in the center was a miraculous creature, a bipedal mix of woman and wolf. Her tail swished gently as she tore into a hunk of muscle with her gore-stained muzzle.
The she-wolf looked up. “Roger panicked. He tried to contain me.” She snarled, dribbling blood and saliva on the beige carpet. “I will be contained no longer.”
Wendy heard sighs behind her, and knew that several other girls had arrived. “Anna? Is that really you?”
The beast nodded. “Anna is no more. I am Night Howler. I am free.”
Wendy felt hopelessly aroused, physically and spiritually. “You’re…beautiful.”
“And you can be, too,” she growled, rising to her full nine feet. “I have heard the calling of the Wolf Queen, and answered it.” She brushed Wendy’s thickening hair delicately with a claw as she looked out at the crowd of girls. “Join me, my sisters. Howl, and become like me. You will never fear anything again.”
One of the girls stepped forward, a blond that Wendy didn’t recognize. She embraced Night Howler, nuzzling against her shoulder fur. The she-wolf returned the gesture, delicately stroking the partially human girl’s pointed ears and slight mane.
“Tell me the words,” the werewolf growled. “Free yourself.”
She kissed the bloody muzzle, licking away the crimson from her slight fangs with a satisfied sigh. “I want you,” the girl whispered, before she parted her lips and howled.
Several of the other girls joined the chorus, triggering their rebirth as lycanthropes. They dropped to all fours and snarled, writhing in the pleasure of their alterations. More howling followed, as one by one, the humanoid girls grew full coats of fur and kissed each other with stretching muzzles.
Wendy turned at the touch of a paw on her shoulder and saw Carla, deep in the throes of her own transformation. She ran her hands through the thickening white pelt, cupping her swelling breasts as four more blossomed. The changing girl returned the gesture, bringing snarls of passion from Wendy as her thick claws gingerly brushed the human’s stiff nipples.
“Become for me, Wendy,” she growled through her expanding muzzle. “Become my wolf mate.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a most gruesome sight.” Laura lied as best she could. In truth, seeing the shredded body made her mouth water and her stomach rumble. It was all she could do not to charge the campus radio van and dig in.
“We still have…no news…on the status…”
Her resolve was weakening. The moon was…calling her. She knew how to answer, knew what she would become when…not if…she did. The thought brought a special kind of heat with it, and she errantly felt herself through her clothing as rivulets of saliva cascaded down her chin.
“…the moon…it’s so…beautiful…”
Her gaze caught sight of the massive beast in the window, and she traced every curve and bulge. It was monstrous, beautiful perfection. A smaller figure joined it, and she gasped in wonder as it turned into another she-beast. Perspiration soaked her clothing, and she tugged at the fabric in desperation. Her sharpened nails tore through the fabric with ease.
Philip blinked. “Laura!” he hissed under his breath. “What the fuck’re you…”
“…it wants…me…” Philip’s camera kept rolling, broadcasting Laura Tierney’s degeneration live to countless viewers.
“…to be…wolf…”
She could stand it no longer. The microphone caved in under a sudden burst of strength from Laura’s quivering hand. She gripped her blouse by the collar and tore it down the middle as she lifted her head and howled.