You don't think you can fight the feral urges any longer, the need to let the wolf free and completely change you a desire too great to suppress. Your stretching lips curl into a frail grin unable to hide the lust of becoming a beast, unrestrained barks and snarls spilling from a panting maw creaking and popping as your face starts to push forward yearning for a wolf's muzzle. The excitement builds to nearly euphoric heights, clawed padded fingers caressing your mutating body content with feeling the wolf taking over and making you into a true animal. Your thighs have grown wet with anticipation, feminine loins swollen and hot as primal thoughts paint urgent desires to seek out a stud and mate, picturing a violent dance of furry bodies raking fur and skin wildly rutting.
What fragment of human conscious you have left rears back those thoughts for only a moment sensing how unruly you may become as a shewolf. You feel you might do this to any man or woman you pass; you stalk, seeking to relieve your carnal needs any way possible even if it meant tearing that innocent bystander apart to make it happen...or worse. Could you bare that burden if you were to attack someone tonight and mate against their will, let alone EAT them?
Before your will dissolves to the beast taking over you frantically stumble about to toss and push anything heavy that you can find in your room to barricade the door hoping you won't be smart enough to do anything about it. It's not like you prepared for this horrific moment; you have no lock to seal you in or no chains to keep the beast restrained. You make do with your frail attempt before your body convulses and knocks you back onto the floor standing on all fours, your consciousness slipping back as the animal surfaces completely.
Snarls and primal howls bellow from your inhuman voice trilling a painful groan as your protruding face develops completely into a lupine muzzle, leathery black snout and several overgrown fangs to complete the change. Fur spreads over your skin to its fullest thickening into a wild shimmering coat, your hand and feetpaws elongating further until the loose any shred of humanity. Your tail thrashes and curls as you lift your head and howl triumphantly echoing within the room, the wolf singing of its freedom as it stands proud on its paws.
The wolf...no; you...you are still in there. And yet; you don't completely feel like the you that you were. You are the wolf...and you love it. This large feral body you've changed into feels very powerful and sleek, your claws and fangs adding to the thrill of being a deadly predator. Yes; you're eager to escape your den and hunt, to chase something and catch and tear; to feed. You're hungry; the desire to kill and devour begins to consume you...as much as your lust still throbbing to be touched and knotted anxious to breed and bare pups. You need to fulfill your primal needs, any of them, and it must be now.
You glare at the mess covering the door and find it appalling. If it was meant to keep your trapped it does a piss-poor job. You snap and fling away most of the light and loose items away knocking into the heavier junk until the door is bare. You leap at the wooden frame and begin to pound barking fiercely trying to threaten the inanimate wall to let you out. You start slamming your large forepaws against it, cracks start to form with tiny splinters hanging from the tiny streaks. Just a little more and you could bust through no problem.
There is also the window to take into account. The glass may cut you but perhaps leaping through that would be better leading directly into the outside world, into the wild. But would you risk that or better to break through the door and find another, less dangerous escape.
You look back from the window to the door and back again, fangs clenched snarling angrily as you attempt to decide what you do next.