You grab her by the throat, throttling her, lifting her into the air. She tries to say something, but the pressure on her neck is preventing her from breathing, let alone speaking. She slaps weakly at your wrists, the look of horror on her face making you smile ferally at her.
You slam her into the wall, dazing her and dropping her to the floor. She shakes her head woozily, trying to get her bearings, but the impact was really too much for her, and you're on top of her before she can get to her feet. Hungrily, you pin her down, tearing her shirt open, burying your muzzle into her chest before you tear into her torso. She begins to scream, but you snap her neck instantly, and she goes limp, voiding her bladder and bowels, filling the air with the scent of excreta, quickly mingled with the scent of her blood.
A minute or so later, you begin to revert, your hunger sated momentarily. That's the way it's always been for you. You're not bound to the moon like a common movie werewolf. You can change whenever you want...you're simply hungry as hell when you DO change. Part of you wonders what would have happened if she'd stuck you with her syringe. Would your natural condition have overridden it, or would you have become something different?
You realize there's plenty of time to think about such things once you've escaped from the zoo. The longer you stay here, the more chance of something REALLY wrong happening to you. You glance over at the woman, now completely a dog. She nuzzles you in a way that seems grateful, as though she hasn't completely lost her human mind along with her human form. You also realize you're completely naked, save for a few shreds of clothing.
You see a pile of clothing, presumably the woman's. "Well, it's not like she'll be needing them any longer," you tell yourself.
The jeans are way too tight, but they somehow fit over your rather thicker waist, and her tshirt says "Princess" on it, but you don't really care. It's not about the comfort or the fashion, but rather being able to get out without being noticed, and nudity wouldn't really help you in that regard.
You glance out the doorway; there's noone visible. Perhaps she was the only one working this area?