You run faster and faster trying to avoid this curse that is quickly taking over. You can feel that your body is now fully covered in silver fur and that a growing tail is now starting to swish (?) behind you. You know that by now the transformation is nearing completion and that it is becoming pointless.
However even now as your ears shift you will not let give in. You keep heading for the door and now with one last turn you realize that you are getting close. Your ears now almost fully lupine, you can feel your face starting to press out and you know that by the time your muzzle has fully formed the transformation will be complete. Your senses become much stronger than they ever were as a human.
The door is in sight now and your "servants" seemed to have either stopped chasing you or fallen behind. You can now barely see the end of a furry protrusion sticking out from the rest of your face and you know you must hurry to the door, but something inside you makes you wonder why. Why do you want to stop this?
You shake off the feeling and stand up on your hind legs (only now realizing that you had been running on all fours ever since your tail had formed). You know you only have a moment before the transformation is complete and you reach out your paw-like hand to the knob.
But now that same nagging thought from earlier comes back. Why would you want to be a human? As a human male, you were always called a fag for dressing as a woman and while it was true you weren't the straightest man on the planet you weren't really gay either. As a bisexual male, women's clothing had merely been a way of asserting your individuality and because of that you were tormented and beaten up by the guys at your school. And to say the women were much better would be a plain out lie. The stares you got from them would cut just as deep as anything the guys would say to you. Really even now in your early 20s, after graduating from MIT and finding a good job, nothing has changed.
You could never fit in with the real world but here you do. Your servants don't care about your past or how you dress you are free to act however you want. Not to mention how much more powerful you feel, with your strength you could easily rip this door off it's hinges. And your heightened senses are amazing. With your sense of smell you can not only smell where your servants are but also which ones have transformed and what they are feeling. The three who had been chasing you are now just around the corner and have reverted back to their human forms. There is an air of anxiety about them as they wait for you to make your decision. With your heightened hearign, you can sense their breaths in and out and can hear their rapidly beating hearts.
Your hand leaves the knob. You can feel the transformation finish with a dull crack and you know that you have become something that is far superior to what you used to be. You are the alpha, the one destined to free your pack from this cursed grounds where they were trapped for hundreds of years and reenter the world of mortals to claim what is rightfully yours.
You let out a howl of triumph and your servants, your pack, joins in on this chorus.