“Wait now,” your voice breaks. “I’ll…I’ll be even hairier then you?”
Mirela’s teasing tone returns. “You shouldn’t have waited so long Jen. But now that you’ve made your choice…oh yes child, lots of hair. Lots of hair.” She turns to her cousin. “Shall I tell her all about Greta, Mihai?”
A sly smile appears on Mihai’s face. “Of course, now that there is no turning back. Certainly.”
“Greta was a pretty little Austrian girl who came to our shores several years ago. It was much the same situation that you and Becky found yourselves in. We offered, her friend Anna accepted readily, and Greta was bitten. Seeing the error of her ways, Greta changed her mind. Just as you have done. But, alas, the damage was done, and she did indeed, become a fine Alpha…oh, under our command as you and Becky are. Many have fallen under the influence of her fangs in central Europe, she can be such a ruthless predator. Yet, she still regrets the opportunity she missed when the time was ripe.”
You listen intently, fascinated and fearful. Mirela’s hands caress your body, and stroke your head tenderly. She whispers cruelly into your ear.
“After that first full moon, Greta noticed that her cuspids were slightly longer. And sharper. She also noticed that her ears were just a little bit pointed. It took a bit longer, but the same thing happened to her claws…well, I guess you could still call them nails. Jen, Greta didn’t have much body hair when she first came here, but after that first moon…” She begins to tickle you teasingly. “Well, I guess I’ll let your imagination draw its own conclusions,” as she draws her hands lightly over your cheeks and jaw and upper lip.
“But you already know that, Jen. The other things that I never got around to saying was that Greta would change during the full moon…three nights, including the night before and the night after. Well, everyone knows that, pretty much. No werewolf can stop it, happens to us all. So Greta goes through that. And you know what else, Jen?"
No. You don’t. You suspect you don’t want to either. You’re right.
“Sometimes, Greta will just change. Oh yes dearest. Any time. She could be eatng breakfast and it will come upon her. She could be out shopping, and she’ll get that sensation that you’ll never forget.“ Mirela sighs in mock sadness. “Ohhhhh…JEN, it can be…VERY inconvenient…never knowing when your body will feel the call – then the urge to feed."
“No,” you sob.
“Yes, Jen. And it will begin for you very soon. The moon's almost up."