“Fuck! Shit, I’m a fuckin’ woman!”
Penny shrugged. “Least we know he’d put out,” she stifled a giggle.
“Quit it,” Susan whispered, keeping a laugh tied back.
“God dammit!” Philip’s temper kept mounting, reaching a fever pitch. “Fuck me up the ass!”
“Eww, thanks for the invitation, but not right now, honey,” snickered Penny. “I have a headache.”
Try as they might, the others couldn’t avoid laughing under their breath. Philip heard, and seethed. Her pulsing hand formed into a fist. She drew blood as she clenched the curved nails into her palm.
“Stop laughing at me right now…” she growled.
Wendy and Susan waved the humor off as best they could. Penny snorted, trying to compose herself, with little success.
“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!” She lashed out, driving her fist through the plaster wall behind her. It gave way, much to everyone’s shock.
Wendy stepped forward. “Philip…”
“STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!” She continued to wail away on anything nearby, growing shaggier and more feral with every strike.
“He’s gone apeshit!” Penny backed out of the blast radius.
“Yeah, ‘cause you couldn’t cool it!” Susan snapped.
She reared up, ripping a massive slab of wall free. Philip turned to face them, nearly six inches taller than before, and hoisted the weight above her crested lupine ears, preparing to crush someone under its weight. She snarled in anger, frothing at the mouth.
“Philip,” Wendy said her voice low despite its bestial tone. “Please calm down. If you don’t, you’re going to become just like them.”
That seemed to strike home, and Philip blinked. She struggled with twin urges.
“Remember what happened to me when I got angry. If you don’t stop, you’ll lose yourself completely.”
Philip shook her head, and hazily inspected her body. Four new sets of nipples, not yet teats, poked through the furrier pelt of her chest. Amber fur blossomed on her face, slight, but present. She stood on the balls of her feet, and felt the slight swishing of a half-grown tail behind her.
“I…no…I’m…”
“I’m sorry for what I did to you, Philip.”
She forced her rage inward as she squeezed, crushing the plaster into dust and debris. Her fur was riddled with white construction fallout, and she slumped into Wendy’s arms in exhaustion.
“Please forgive me,” Wendy whispered, choking back her arousal as she held Philip, stroking her dusty amber fur.
“…I’m…human…human…human…” She cried as she spoke, desperately trying to convince herself it was true.
The other three half-wolves exchanged worried glances.
“I don’t think the Queen’s noticed us yet. Thank God for shrubbery.”
“……”
“Revolver’s ready. Move in ten seconds, okay, Sheila?”
“……”
“Sheila?”
“She’s…beautiful.”
“She’s also a werewolf, Sheila. Remember that.”
“So am I, James.”
“Not yet. Don’t give up on me, kiddo.”
“……”
“Sheila, snap out of it!”
“James…I can’t do it.”
“Yes, you can, and we’ve got to do it now.”
“No…I can’t…”
“Sheila?! Your clothes, what’re you thinking?”
“…can’t…betray…the pack…”
“Forget the pack! Don’t betray your humanity! Sheila, do you hear me?!”
“AARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”