The former old priest, now a apprentice-packmember of the warwolves, skulked through the church's dark corridors with a strength in his limbs he'd not felt since he was a young human man.
He'd forget everything about his human existence when his mistress had enriched his blood with the power of the warwolves and all he lived for now was his total obedience to her.
The vile poisons that had turned his blood into that of a being far more than human imbued his body with overall heightened senses.
His gleaming eyes allowed him to guide his lite steps through the dark rooms of the church as if they would be fully illuminated and his enhanced sense of smell guided him straight to the nuns that he had to get to his mistress.
They would be followers of the pack-mistress soon, too. And they would love to obey to her.
The transformed mans heart increased its speed of beating as he felt a slight layer of dark fur grow on his skin. His teeth sharpened and he felt his ability of hearing increase as his ears grew slightly pointed.
His transformation into one of the warwolves now began to affect his outer appearance and while he closed in on the nun's sleeping quarters, his back grew slightly hunched as muscles strengthened his whole body and his hand and feet turned to wicked claws and paws.
As the warwolf got close to the nuns' quarters door, he started to shred his priest robe from his changed body.
His huge, glistening and fully erect canine cock was only slightly noticed by his reshaped mind in the first place. But as the creature opened the room's door and the sleeping nuns' feminine smells entered his nose, the warwolf staggered as if hit by an iron fist.
Slowly shaking it's canine head the creature growled slightly and tried to focus on it's mission to get the nuns one by one to it's mistress. But every smell the warwolf took only heightened his newly found canine instincts of reproduction.
It's canine cock proudly showing the warwolves' mating abilities, the creature started to sleek into the nuns' room and...