Tension
Amanda and Zoë talked for what seemed like hours, punctuated by large spans of awkward silences. What Zoë told Amanda would have been unbelievable, save for what Amanda half-remembered from what she had seen at Fielder that night. Tales of a wolf-queen, and of the significance of Wolf Lake and its strange, now-gone weather patterns.
"So every girl at Fielder is a werewolf?"
"As nearly as I can remember. They probably don't know it, though. We were...perfection. We're not now, though. When the moon is full again, I'll probably be as I was when Wolf Lake first changed me. The queen was what made us what we were. Without her, we'll change, but not fully. It'll be worth it, though, I guess."
"So you...miss this?"
"More than you could possibly imagine..."
Carla grumbled as the alarm went off, slamming her fist down on the snooze button as she rolled muzzily out of bed.
"You're such a bear when you wake up," her roommate Wendy said, bringing her over a bowl of oatmeal and a peck on the cheek.
"Which makes you what, a hyperactive squirrel?"
This elicited a snort and a swift kick in Carla's shins.
"That makes me the hyperactive squirrel that makes you breakfast, bitch!"
With that, they both broke down laughing.
Slowly getting dressed after finishing her oatmeal, Carla went to her classes.
She wasn't sure why, but the campus seemed charged with excitement, as if something was going to happen...
Penny was full of beans that day at school. Susan had been somewhat embarrassed as they returned home, but Penny had worn her upbraiding as a badge of honor.
She was dragging Susan out again that night. Not the club, but still a damned good time to be had. While Susan's parents weren't going to let her go to a rave again for a long while, they couldn't object to the nearby Catholic Girls' School mixer. Penny didn't have the heart to tell them that the nice well-behaved Catholic schoolgirls they were supposed to look up to were worse hellions than even they were, and did weirder drugs. Great night to bark at the moon, she thought to herself.
Zoë had offered to let Amanda stay at her place on the couch so she didn't have to keep paying for the hotel room. It felt eerie to be back at Fielder, but oddly reassuring. Not long after arriving, they were both out like a light.
Morning bled through the blinds in painful sunbeams, waking Amanda up several hours later. Getting up with a crackling of joints, she gasped at what she saw when she reached the bathroom of Zoë's off-campus apartment.
Her hair had grown out, so much so that she now had three whole feet of her dark roots showing in contrast to the blonde she had dyed it. Her ears were slightly pointed, as were her canines, and her legs were a shaggy unshaven mess.
"Zoë?!"
Zoë mumbled and then finally woke up as well, walking over to the bathroom.
"Zoë, what does this mean?"
"Amanda, tell me, that night when you came with the army, you were changing too, weren't you?"
Amanda nodded, and answered, "But I didn't give in! I didn't even get close to changing all the way!"
"Amanda, you're infected."
"Then what's with the hair? I dyed it, and I saw werewolves in shades that couldn't be natural. Why did it grow out in my natural color? My cover could be blown!"
"It's very simple, Amanda. What's in your blood...in our blood, really, well..."
"Well what?!"
"It wants you the way you were that night. The night you were infected..."
What do you do now?
Legend: Nudity, Self pleasure male, M/M Sex, M/F Sex, F/F Sex, Self pleasure female, Sex beyond any of the above, Violence