Sam kept begging and begging the healer to take her seriously, insisting she was bit by a wolf and terrible things would happen, right up until the night when terrible things happened. She fell to the ground, screaming in pain, growing larger and tearing her clothes apart as her face pushed out into a muzzle, savage claws tipped her hands and toes, and fur began sprouting from her body.
Sam remained dimly aware of what she was doing as a savage and terrible wolf, but her mind was overrun with murderous instinct as she tackled the healer and several others, tearing them limb from limb in her terrible jaws. How many innocent villagers did she kill that night? Half a dozen? More? Eventually she fled into the night as they came for her with swords and bows. She awoke the next morning in a hollow log, naked, long-hafted arrows sticking out of her back and leg. She did her best to remove them and then just laid hidden in the forest clearing, terrified of what she'd face if she returned.
The next night, she changed again, and found her way back into the village. Again, her terrible jaws began tearing through the innocent, but this time they were ready for her, with nets and chains, and a large steel cage.
The following morning when her senses returned to her, she was still locked in a cage, on the back of a wagon, headed east towards the rising sun.
"Where am I!? Where are you taking me!? Who are you!?" Sam shouted towards the driver.
"Silence beast!" the driver shouted back. "I saw you in your real form. You'll get no pity from me disguised as a comely lass."
"That's not my true form!" Sam shouted back, suddenly noticing there were still some stray bits of villager stuck under her nails and between her teeth which she quickly scrubbed away in horror. "I was bit by a werewolf! I turn into a monster when there's a full moon, but this is my normal form!" She looked down at herself, suddenly a bit self conscious as her clothes hadn't come along for the ride. "Well I mean this isn't either, but that's a whole other story... where are you taking me!?"
The driver sighed. "If it shuts you up, you're being taken to the lair of a wizard. You're some sort of magical monster, so either he made you, and he'll want you back, or, he'll want to study you, or, you can rend him to shreds with those claws of yours, and we'll have one less wizard to deal with. In any case, we get compensation and closure. The other option was just to lop your head off on the spot, make some fur-lined cloaks... but odds are the sun'd come up and they'd turn to human skin, no one needs that."
None of these ideas sounded very good to Sam. She preferred the one where she tipped the cage out of the wagon, busting it open, and getting free.