The captive girls spent the remainder of the murky afternoon in anguished silence. They plotted, and whispered to one another, only to be silenced by Carla every time.
They could feel night approaching. The impending moon prickled at their thoughts.
Carla has seated herself by the window, her clothing becoming scarcer as moonrise loomed closer. Subtle changes made themselves apparent as the day wore on. She had even begun intimately touching herself toward sunset.
“Do you really love it that much?” Wendy asked.
“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied. “I become strong, powerful, and beautiful. I’m a member of the most perfect species in existence.” She strolled casually over to her future mate and stroked her cheek. “So are you, whether you admit it or not.”
Wendy gulped, not shying away from her caress. “I’ve thought about it a little.” Penny and Susan exchanged nervous glances.
“Just a little?” Gingerly, Carla removed her Fielder College sweatshirt, exposing her full breasts to the cool air. Her nipples began to stiffen, responding to the touch of Carla’s leathery skin. “Have you thought about this?”
Wendy tried to lie, strained to tell her to fuck off. “Yes,” she moaned, sinking backwards onto the bed.
Carla smiled proudly, before taking the nipple into her mouth. She sucked gently, passionately, as her other hand slowly slipped toward Wendy’s heretofore uninvaded vagina. Her fangs grazed the sensitive nub ever so slightly, in time with the first teasing stroke of fingertips along the half-wolf girl's moist slit.
She gasped again, glancing out of the corner of her vision at the two other holdouts. From the floor at the base of the other bed, Susan looked at her in shock, maybe even hurt. Penny, crouched on the bed behind Susan, licked her lips at the scene, turned on by the supernatural voyeurism of it all. Her hand gently teased one of her nipples through her halter top; she looked ready to pounce on Susan at any moment.
“Is this how you want me to claim you?” Carla’s voice was much more bestial; she was beginning to transform, losing herself once more to the change.
She looked the other way, toward the rising moon. Was this the way to end her humanity? Was it even worth fighting anymore?
Pheobe’s joke went unappreciated by her visitor. Laughter called in sick, replaced by the crack of a door being ripped from its hinges.
“Damn!” she exclaimed. “Maintenance’ll be pissed!”
Laura slung the door aside, allowing it to crash uselessly into the opposite wall. She pushed with one hand, toppling the heavy bookcase as she strode inside.
The moon had begun to do its work on her; she was halfway changed, naked except for her pelt. Pheobe had felt her own body respond to the rising orb, remaking itself in last night’s image.
“You must not tell the world about us yet,” Laura growled, now fully changed into Stronghowl. “You will only betray yourself.”
Pheobe raised her hands defensively. “Hey, I’m not the one who wolfed out on camera.”
The werewolf snarled as she began closing the distance. “Don’t fight it. You’ll love it, Pheobe. It’s so wonderful.”
“Uh huh,” she said. “So far, I’m not impressed.”
“You have not experienced the true change. Fear not,” she snarled, licking her fangs. “You will.”
“Great. Swell. So I join the Fur Club for Women, then what?”
“Then, you help make others. Soon, enough will become to initiate the Ultimate Howl. The Queen’s power will bless every female in the world, uniting us as one Great Pack.”
Pheobe smiled, turning her attention to the laptop. “Hear that, world? You get to be in on this, too!”
Stronghowl seemed confused as she turned her attention to the laptop. Its built-in webcam was aimed into the room. The red light blinked steadily.
She snarled. “It’s too early for broadcast!”
Pheobe shrugged. “I started early. Figured this was more important than reruns of Night Court.” Her expression turned serious. “Whoever’s listening, it’s too late for us! Nuke this place, do something, before it spreads any…”
Stronghowl made a lunge for the laptop, slashing the screen to digital junk. It sparked from the fatal wound.
“Damn. I really liked that laptop,” Pheobe pouted. “Oh, well, at least the route command is already underway. Everybody will know what’s going on here soon enough.”
Stronghowl snarled, her features becoming feral and vicious. “So I have failed the Queen. That will not stop me from taking my reward!”
She leaped at the suddenly frightened wolf-girl.