The lycan found the strength to join the call of her sisters though the change had suddenly and violently seized her body. She felt very alone in her tranformation, despite the instinct that others were near.
Wasn't there someone else? Her mind cluttered with uncertainty as her hands and knees fell to the dirt of the forest. The painful flash of unbelievable heat once again shot through her entire body. The beast sounded a low growl, full of menance for any that might intrude on her in this moment of weakness. She raked sharp black claws through the soil as her perception of the nature around her shifted to match the violent intent in her eyes.
The changing she-wolf leaned back on her haunches. The dark gray fur that had slowly lengthed from the pores of her hands created an unacceptable discomfort underneath the covering she felt restraining her. She pulled at the opening where her fur had bunched at her throat and found the strange material difficult to pull off. Her newly elongated ears tipped back slightly, as her upper lip curled over sharpened canines, the salvia building as her frustration grew. The she-wolf began to breathe deeper, curling her fingers as she shred through the layers on her chest and arms.
She ripped the restraint on her heaving chest away revealing her two full breasts ringed with fur. Her nipples grew pronounced as the painful heat became an increasing arousal. She responded by pressing the rough pads of her palms into and around her dark buds, but the arousal reversed to pain again. The beast caught her rear claws in their foreign covering and her feet screamed against the constraint of their bindings. She tried again ripping the material away with her finger claws, but found that clumsy and slow. She used her flexibility to sink low, sitting on her butt as she used her vicious teet, bending over to rip away the hide from her heels and ankle.
She rolled onto her back, kicking away the offensive footwear to display feet disappearing inside small plumes of fur, with curved black claws extending, similar to the razors that adorned her fingers. Her body began to pleasantly warm up again with the additional freedom. The animal dragged her furred toes through the dirt to provide leverage as she lift to dispatch the unnatural material below her waist. The falling shreds of former pants and undergarments uncovered thickly furred thighs and calves.
She drifted her padded hand over the silky fur covering her tight stomach, intending to explore the pleasure in her experience, but one more stab of excruciatingly sharp pain above her muscular rear occured. She was forced once again to her hands and knees. The moon struck her still partially human visage as a furring tail extended three feet from her lower back.
Her body flushed one final time with heat, but this heat brought clarity to her mind instead of confusion. She was alone, but that did not affect the desire or hunger deep in the beast. Pleasure had stepped aside for hunger and the desire to mark her territory. A scent, both familiar and offensive, wafted past her sensitive nose and the she-wolf knew where to begin her hunt.