Wendy awoke with a start, morning light harsh in her eyes. Her eyes widened with fear, as she wondered if she was able to resist the call of the wolf the prior night.
Then she realized that she had been woken up by her alarm.
Looking around, Wendy saw that she was back in the top bunk, just as she always was, in her nightclothes. As she sat up, the feeling of her own hair hitting her back immediately told her that not everything was as it used to be.
Stumbling down the ladder, her bare feet slapped against the linoleum as she made a beeline for the bathroom.
Wendy looked in the mirror, and though she had gaps in her memory, she could tell that the curse had left its mark on her. She couldn't be sure if it had claimed her fully, but her tiny fangs and gently pointed ears showed that it certainly had not left her, as did her now waist-length hair. She might well have to struggle with it again when the sun had set anew.
Looking about the hall, she was confused to see no signs of the violence of the prior night. She took it as somewhat encouraging, and hoped that at least on some level, things would right themselves.
The cloudy weather had stayed, Wendy noted as she walked to class. It was eerie seeing that the campus was undamaged and seemingly normal, but she supposed she might have imagined the violence.
She began to become more suspicious as she moved from class to class. Only girls attending the classes, only women professors lecturing. Everyone had the same length hair, some braided, some in ponytails or pigtails. Everyone's teeth and ears looked similarly feral. She had developed a genuine sense of dread by the time she had started walking down Old Main to go to lunch.
She had that dread confirmed when she saw the sign.
Fielder College for Women Established 1897There it was, looking or all the world as if it were the same sign she always saw. That sign, however, had never said that.