The woman’s tent was not far away from where you had gone. Even if it were, her scent still lingers in your dark nose.
The sight of the unbroken bottle attracts your attention. You sniff it, delighting in the scent of wolf inside it. You can see for the first time the magick inside, the very
essence of Wolf. You snatch it up in a paw and continue on your way.
You still realize who you were. You remember your name, where you work, the license plate number of the car you drive, your favorite ice cream. You also know
other things: the thrill of hunting, the taste of fresh blood in your muzzle, the ebb and flow of the wild which you now are part of. Lupine instincts and human logic
blend seamlessly; you know instinctively that you will be a werewolf for the rest of your life. Somehow, you seem okay with that.
The tent is where you remember it, and you approach it slowly. A strange tang hangs in the air, its scent disturbing. You growl as your human side places it…
“Wolfsbane,” an elderly voice says. “It is poisonous to your kind, young lady.”
You try to ask her to remove it, but can only snarl.
“If you’ve come back looking for a refund, forget it!” Her tone is harsh, scalding. “It’s not my fault that you can’t read directions!”
You whimper and bury your tail between your legs, feeling like a punished pet.
“Oh, for the love of all things sane,” she grumbles. “There’s nothing more pathetic than a whiny werewolf!”
You look back up, showing her the bottle.
Her face softens. “Well, now, this is a change of pace. Usually, I have to make a whole new dose.”
“Tell you what, Loup-Garou,” she continues, “I’ll cut you a deal. I can mix up something that will make you even stronger and faster than you are now. It’ll dull the
pain you feel from silver, and give you the power to change whenever you want. You could even become a real wolf if you wanted to. Any Loup-Garou who sees
you will immediately recognize you as their alpha. There’s a chance it could even make you ageless.”
Your ears perk up. It sounds so tempting.
“In return, I need you to help me make potions and fetishes, so that we can make more of your species. You will donate fur, saliva, blood, and…other bodily
fluids. In addition, you will serve and apprentice yourself to me for one year. After that, I will give you what I’ve promised.”
You eye her closely. Should you agree? Can you trust a…human?