Joey spent time with Shannon, and he wasn't surprised when the young werewolf had a voraceous appetite, downing no less than a full pack of bacon, eight eggs and lots of toast. She had four bowls of sugary cereal, her tail wagging and gangly legs dangling from the stool at his counter. She jabbered away, telling him all about sports she liked and activities at school and asking him questions about himself as if she hadn't just transformed into a werewolf. In all she acted like a typical little girl.
Joey smiled to himself, knowing that this was all his doing, and enjoyed how much Shannon had changed. The ring had made all of it possible, and it could do so much more. He thought about the possibilities, if he should turn her back, keep her this way, or do more changes. All were equally tempting, but...