Debra shifted, sitting straight back and meeting her daughter's gaze. "It's actually quite simple, honey. I am a werewolf," she breathed deeply and leaned toward Heather, "and so are you."
Heather sat back in shock, and then relief. She started to talk between chuckles, "Mom, jesus, you had me worried," Heather swung her tucked legs over the side of the couch, "I'm glad you can joke about this, but I still need a real explanation. I saw some pretty weird stuff on that tape. I definitely would have rather not saw it, but I did, and I saw some other stuff, too, on the computer." She paused to watch her mother's reaction, "What's really going on?"
Debra smiled softly and reached for her daughter's hand. Heather held her mom's hand and felt Debra squeeze gently and steadily. Debra looked down as she started to speak, "Sweetie, I guess I should show you your heritage."
Heather felt her mother's grip change slightly. The softness she new from her mother's touch suddenly began to feel rougher, almost calloused. Heather went to look down, but paused as Debra lifted her gaze. A gasp escaped Heather's mouth as she saw the green in her mom's eyes enveloped by a almost glowing gold. Debra began to breathe deeply and shuddered slightly, opening her lips deliberatly, allowing Heather to watch as her canines slowly extended outward.
Heather jerked away from her mother in reaction. She looked down as she pulled away and saw the bare skin of her mother's hand darken with a full covering of hair. Debra raised her freed hand to Heather's eye level as her nails darkened, thickened, and pushed forward to become claws. Heather was mesmerized by the impossible transformation happening before her eyes. She felt a childlike urge to run and hide under something, but a new fear and awe of her mother kept her grounded to her seat. The moment paused in time for Heather, so much so that she did not notice that the transformation had stopped.
A husky voice broke her reverie, "Heather, honey, are you alright?"
Heather slowly allowed herself to focus on the woman in front of her. Her mother's face stared at her, but with changes too apparent to deny. Debra's face sporting new eyes, teeth, and ears, that Heather had not noticed before, slightly longer, and definitely pointed ears.
Her mother looked nothing like the fully transformed figure she had seen on the DVD, but a quick second look at Debra's furred fingers caused Heather to stammer out the only truth available to her, "Mom, you're a werewolf!"