"What?" Tom said, "Wait, I can't have you turning into a monster!"
"It's fine," she said, "I..h-have control." Tom could hear her breathing heavier.
"Are you sure about that?" Tom asked, quite unsure of his safety, "You were wrong about me being a werewolf."
"RR...I..wasn't...wasn't wrong about it," Rebecca said. Her voice seemed shaky, and..deeper? "B..But even if I was..it's t-too late to stop this noww.." Tom was sure of it, her voice was definitely getting deeper.
Something inside of Tom couldn't help himself, he wanted to see what was happening, even though he'd already seen it with the man in the emergency room. He tried to rationalize it, refuse to believe she was really a werewolf. Those things outside were monsters, and they had no control at all. She couldn't be a werewolf, could she?
As though she could read his mind, Rebecca pushed the screen over, standing in plain view for Tom to see. Her eyes were a brilliant yellow, and her mouth was full of fangs. She smiled, stalking toward him in a hunched over walk, getting closer. Though Tom knew he should run, he couldn't help but watch, and even more strangely, he knew he had nothing to fear from her.
Sounds like he'd never heard before assaulted his ears; the sound of muscle and bone reshaping, building, stretching. Rebecca shrugged, shuddering and grunting as her body gained mass and height. Her body rustled as dark brown fur blossomed all over. Her nails exploded out into long black talons, and her face stretched forward into a muzzle.
Fascinated, Tom stared at the werewolf; she was a magnificent creature, he saw, both powerful and beautiful. Tom couldn't help but find her quite attractive, though he knew how deadly she was.
Then...