Amanda screamed in agony. The howling reverberated inside her enhanced hearing, pricking at her brain with threats of madness.
Swiftfang made her move, steadily gaining ground in her war. The crimson fur overtook her own, slowly, melding her features to the Queen’s liking. She became aware of new nipples budding below her humanoid breasts, of the slow creep in her jaws toward a lupine muzzle.
Desperately, she ripped the pack from her shoulders, tearing into the fabric with her claws. She pulled the splash bomb from its nylon sheath, holding it with both hands above her head.
“Stop…it…now…bitch!”
Her other self twitched with fear, long enough for Amanda to break into a run for the cave entrance.
The howling followed her in, bouncing off the cave walls like a golf ball in a tile bathroom. She snarled angrily, losing her humanity along with her sanity, and dove for the low stream.
Basic training kicked in, and she crawled on elbows and knees, trying to resist the temptation to hit all fours for speed.
Once the passage ended, Queen Swiftfang knew she had arrived. Her temple, the Center of Wolf Lake…