Rage boiled in Ty's chest, though he took a few steps backward to give himself some space. That wolf just transformed Stella into a lowly beast, and ripped her shoulder to shreds as he did! There's no chance he was going to give in. Ty summoned the power of magic deep within him. Winds spiraled around him, and a tailwind picked up behind him. "Go to Hell, monsters," Ty muttered under his breath. His brow contorted in concentration. The mage thrust his hands forward.
Wind blasted out from behind him, sweeping through the wolf's fur. The massive one stumbled backward before catching himself, powerful claws digging into the broken stone. One or two others in the back were knocked off their paws, but the rest managed to resist the brunt of the wind spell, and even those who fell leapt right back up. The only thing the spell did seem to do, unfortunately, is make the wolves even more furious. Snarls and growls began to grow from the back of the pack, and the alpha's face contorted in fury. The telepathic voice resumed abruptly, deep and husky as ever. "You're going to regret that, boy. Everything that happens now... you chose this."
The red-eyed alpha pounced at Ty. For a being of such great size, he moved with incredible speed and agility, almost too quick to follow with the naked eye. He crashed into the wizard, sending him plummeting into the ground. Ty dizzily glanced up at the monstrous wolf crouched on top of him for a moment, gazing into his glowing red fangs with a queasiness rising in his belly. Almost immediately, though, the alpha bared his teeth and snapped down. A burning pain erupted in Ty's shoulder and neck, and he howled in pain as dagger-sized fangs sunk into the muscle of his back and throat. Dark magic flooded into his bloodstream, and Ty passed out in a fit of pure agony.
Ty dimly returned to consciousness. Pain thudded through his shoulder. His wounds from the powerful bite remained open, and send throbs of pain through his entire form with every step. Wait...step? As his eyes drifted open, he began to take in several things at once. He was being dragged in the dirt, held up by the scruff. Scruff? Yes, there were certainly jaws clamped tightly around his neck, holding him even while his legs and ass trailed on the ground. But he soon became aware of his new body. Shorter legs, a thick coat of fur, sharper senses...Sharper senses. The world suddenly flooded with color, brighter and more vivid than he'd ever experienced. And then, smell. The base scents of the forest, of dew and dirt. And the scents of wolves, a score of them, thick and musky and virile and male...
Oh, god. A heat welled up between Ty's legs and flooded through his body, and he became abruptly aware of something else that was different. Yes, he'd transformed into a wolf- but he was a she-wolf, with an animalistic canine pussy to boot. His eyes widened and he clumsily dropped a paw between his legs, hastily feeling around his new equipment. The simple contact of his paw on his new pussy was more than enough to elicit a soft gasp of surprise from his lips, and when he lifted his paw away, it was completely soaked in his fluids. Ty became abruptly aware of his own scent, as well: very feminine, and single-handedly one of the filthiest and most perverse things he'd even taken to nose. He wasn't an expert on wolves by any means, but he was in heat, that was for sure. Ty tried to cry out in alarm, but all that came out was a weak bark. Looked like he couldn't talk anymore- at least not how he was used to it.
After a small time longer of being dragged through the dirt, Ty was abruptly dropped onto the ground. He coughed and clumsily climbed to his paws. He glanced around at the wolf who'd carried him all that way, and his heart sank. He was a she-wolf, yes, but he was comparatively tiny, half the size of the massive males around him. Before long, he was surrounded by wolves, snapping and growling at him. A second she-wolf was tossed beside him, though she still seemed to be unconscious. After a moment, Ty deduced this must be Stella- or, at least, whoever Stella had become.
The crowd of wolves parted, and the red-eyed alpha approached the two. "Welcome to the pack, bitches." His thundering voice pounded through Ty's head, and he winced. He tried to stare up at the alpha and prove he couldn't be intimidated, but before long, his eyes lowered to rest between the male's hind legs. He got a full eyeful of the alpha's equipment- a huge, plump sheath and two black-furred balls, glistening slightly with sweat and musk. Before Ty even knew what he was doing, his paw slipped between his thighs once more, and he was furiously stroking himself off. Then his senses returned, and a feeling of disgust filled him. He wasn't attracted to...male wolves! And he certainly didn't ask to be transformed into a wolf, and a female one at that! Ty's ears flattened against his skull in shame, and he stared idly at the alpha's paws instead, unable to meet his eyes.
All the same, the red-eyed monster seemed to have caught on, if the amused gleam in his eyes was any indication. "My lord killed our females when we entered his service. It's rare we're given a chance to make more... so I think we'll be careful to make you last a bit longer than the last ones." The wolf stepped forward, towering over Ty's form. He stared down at the wizard's tiny body, though Ty couldn't summon the power to look him in the eye. "Some of these boys have resorted to fucking each other, you see. We're comfortable with taking extreme measures. With that in mind, will you make this easy, or will you make it difficult?"