As your mind reels back from the pheromones, memories surface of one of your earlier cases, in which you were tasked with investigating some supposed acts of vandalism taking place downtown. There you had discovered Melissa, a Husky weredog and now discovered sister of Christine forming her own pack. In self-defense, you had inadvertently killed her when you intervened between her about to convert an unsuspecting victim in an alley. She had turned around and tried to approach you, causing you to react the way she did.
But as the pheromones wafted into your head, you weren't sure about those hazy memories. Was she really going to attack you? Could the whole situation have been concluded peacefully? The more you think about it, the more you remember the lack of aggressiveness in her and more of a panicked young weredog, hoping to stop someone from freaking out on her.
Guilt began to fill your heart, whether the memories were true or not as you somberly approach the alpha Husky. "I remember now, Christine. I am so sorry about what happened, about the life I've taken from your family. I will do anything to pay for my actions. And if it means joining your pack and becoming its bitch, then I will accept it..." you say, bowing your head and lowering your eyes in front of her.
Suffice it to say, Christine was a bit surprised by your action, before for smirking in realization. While weredogs' pheromones are known to cause the mind to be easily more suggestible through increasing sexual needs, she didn't know it could have such a impact when strong emotions are included. She knew she couldn't get her sister back, but to see a human like you bow in subservience for her transgressions meant a lot more than enthralling others. She steps up to you, placing a furry finger under your chin.
"You have no idea how much this means to me. Even through my anger, you apologize for what you did, and even more so, are ready to accept my punishment. You'll become a fine weredog bitch, but you won't have to worry about being our plaything." the Siberian Husky weredog says, brushing your hair aside with one paw hand while gently pulling off your clothes with the other. Your emotions and lust skyrocket as your eyes are almost overwhelmed with tears, whether they were of genuine joy or not, allowing her to do away with your clothes as you do the same.
"Yes! I'll become loyal weredog bitch for your pack! ...Alpha" you reply, eliciting a big toothy grin from Christine at hearing you already addressing her as such. Around you, the pack is howling and barking in jubilation, including Sarah and Rusty, the latter's mind already made knowledgeable of being a weredog. The pheromones were growing more as sexual fluids begin to leak out of red rockets and vaginas alike.
"Already falling in line, are we? I can't wait to see what kind of dog will join us tonight..." she ponders as she prepares to induct you into her weredog pack.