"W-what consequences?" you manage to timidly ask as you wipe away the tears. Both frightened and curious at what you will hear.
The woman looks seriously at you. "Well, for starters you will look and feel a bit, shall we say, different in your human form."
"Different?" you ask as you try to swallow the lump in your throat.
"Yes, your human body as you know it today will take on more characteristics from your wolfish side. And make no mistake about it dear, you have one." says the woman with a sly smile, obviously taking some joy in tormenting you.
You can only stare fearfully at the woman at these last words as the fear inside you intensifies and you begin to start shaking uncontrollably.
"It is not as bad as my mate makes it out," the man quickly offers, trying to persuade you with a feeble attempt at a more reassuring tone than the woman's terseness. "However you must understand, you are already a werewolf and my bite is working its changes upon you as we speak."
You shudder at this last thought, trying not to admit to yourself that you do indeed feel somehow different since you awoke.
"And taking our fluids now would be like a lycanthropic overdose, for lack of a better word, to your system," the man continued.
"Lycanthropic overdose?" you repeat his awkward phrase back numbly. His words wash over you as though you are listening to him talk about someone else entirely, still not wanting to believe you are in this nightmare.
While the man pauses for a second, contemplating how best to explain this to you in your fragile state, the woman quickly chimes in.
"Don't try to sugar coat it for her my love," she says with a playful impatience to him before turning her unsettling gaze back onto you. "What he means to say is that the transformation from a werewolf to an Alpha will take a much greater toll on you than it would have if you had accepted our original offer."
The woman slowly walks closer and closer to you as she speaks, making you even more uncomfortable as you wonder what this woman might do. You want to back away but find the woman gently guiding you onto a nearby bench; rendering you helpless to do anything other than listen.
"Oh you will be an Alpha for certain. A glorious creature. One of US!" she says with a triumphant smile and a flourish of her hand as she gestures back to her mate and to Becky, who is clumsily picking at a stray piece of meat between her teeth, not even paying attention.
The woman goes on, "But even in your human form, you will bear the shadow of the wolf. I have seen this happen to another who foolishly rejected my initial offer only to fully accept before it was almost too late. Your body will become hairier, just as hers did" she says with mock sympathy while gently stroking the sparse hairs on your exposed forearm making you involuntarily shudder at both the thought and the touch. "And don't concern yourself with shaving, as it will only grow back within a matter of hours," she says smiling while moving her hand to begin caressing the light, downy fuzz on your cheek while motioning with a quick knowing glance at your crotch.
With a trembling hand, you try to knock her hand back, but this only seems to increase the woman's pleasure in your torment as she laughs and climbs onto your lap while she continues to caress you. "Your ears too will become ever-so slightly pointed as will your canine teeth and nails. Your libido will also heighten, increasing your need for sex. And as the full moon approaches in the month, all of these things will become worse. But don't worry. To the untrained eye, I'm sure you won't have too much trouble passing for human."
You tear your eyes away from the woman to peer at Becky, who is now furiously scratching away at some unseen itch on her thighs with a frustrated snarl on her lips. You start wondering if you will be even worse than she is if you accept this offer. "And so this is the only way I can salvage whatever the fuck is left of my life now thanks to you and your 'mate'?" you ask with contempt, putting particular disgust on the last word. The tears beginning to flow again at the misery of your situation. A mix of fear and hate clutching at your stomach.
"We're afraid it is," the man asserts with a grim look. "That is, if you want to have any semblance of control over your condition. If you want to regain your memory. Remember, even with the unfortunate side effects, you will still be an Alpha. And with it all the benefits. It really is, " he says with a firm glare, "the ONLY choice."
He then steps toward you as the woman, quickly taking on a similarly serious demeanor, slowly removes herself from your lap and guides you by the hand to your feet. You shakily comply, not knowing what else to do at this point. "But you must make it quickly if this is going to work. We are running out of time!" he finishes with a sudden urgency that that makes you jolt.