"But sir," says the head butler, "You'd rather be torn apart by wolves than become one yourself?" He sounds genuinely puzzled.
"No..look," you begin, struggling to find the right words for this altogether bizarre situation, "If I leave the house soon enough, the curse won't affect me. I'm trying to avoid the whole fucking thing, you catch my drift, Jeeves?"
"Oh, yes sir, I 'catch your drift', as you put it," he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you see, WE'VE been here far longer than you have, and the state you currently are trying to escape is one that we succumbed to long ago. "
The gravity of your situation begins to dawn on you.
"It's not too late for you to join us," says the second butler, "All you have to do is reenter the house. All of this," he gestures to the house and surrounding land, "will be yours to enjoy."
"It's quite pleasurable, actually," adds the maid, an auburn-haired young woman, "once you've learned to accept it. It's not a curse, it's truly a gift. But you need to choose quickly," she adds, pointing to the distant horizon, where the moon is beginning to crest, "The moonlight is nearly upon us."
"I wouldn't try to run, sir," says the head butler, "We're much stronger and faster than you once we've shed our human forms. Why don't you just come inside?"
"I'll make your first night a memorable one," said the maid, pressing herself close to you, smiling a smile full of promises.