Leigh winced as the pair howled. She was glad to see that they were having a good time, and part of her dearly wanted to join them in their lupine cries, but experience had made her gunshy around such things while in heavily inhabited areas.
Still, she'd finally let go and allowed the change to seep into her, and now it had rather the head of steam going. This always happened when she tried to hold it back. She could manage for awhile, but it always came back stronger when she gave in. She clenched her teeth as her brow and cheekbones jutted forward, nose turning up at the tip as it widened and darkened to a bestial snout. Her changing nostrils filled with the musky scents of the other two werewolves in the room, her packmates now, and perhaps more than that with Emily. She licked arching fangs as they pushed their way forth from her jaws, lurid thoughts of the copper-pelted she-wolf bubbling to the fore. Being a lone wolf had worked for her over the years, but what if she could hope for something more? The yearning spurred the change on, a tingling in her cheeks signaling the sprouting of fur there, silver and white tufts springing forth to ring her now-feral face.
Where her skin was still bare, sinew and muscle writhed, her joints popping as her bones shifted, her feet stretching, spine rolling as she was forced into the taller, more potent frame of her wolfish self. The silvery grey growth on her spreading back thickened into hackles and spread lower until it reached her rump. Then, pressure gathered in the base of her spine, causing her to suck in a breath at the sensation. She bit her darkening lower lip as the change forced new vertebrae from her, the pressure released by the urgent presence of a new, shaggy appendage, quickly unfurling into a lush, bushy wolf's tail.
Leigh forced herself upright again as her pelt raced like wildfire to complete itself. A luxurious white ruff streamed from her neck to preside over her jutting, shaggy breasts, darkened nipples poking from her snowy pelt. That pale growth traveled below to where a dense tuft of it hung betwixt her legs, wisps of it trailing down. The insides of her thighs were pale like the front of her, as were her feet, but the outer edges of her legs were silvery, growing darker by the time they reached her hips, and darker still once the silver-tipped charcoal hackles of her back were seen. All in all, her patterning was the most like a real wolf of the three, and the image that impressed was not lost on Emily and Cara, who each unconsciously altered their posture towards submission as the punk girl's change finished.
Leigh frowned at the gesture. She hadn't wanted this from them, especially from Emily.
"Don't need to," she said with a disappointed snarl. "I'm not your Alpha."
"Wh-what?" Cara asked, confused.
"You don't even know you're doing it, do you?" Leigh asked. "Well, don't worry. It's just because I've been a werewolf longer. You two aren't sure of yourselves yet, and it shows in how you carry yourselves. You'll get better. Trust me."
"You look... you look good, Leigh." Emily managed to get out.
"You do too, Em." Leigh said as she finally managed a smile, walking over to the redhead. She brought her now-feral hand up to the she-wolf's face, stroking the fur of Emily's cheek in a mirror of her gesture at the dance club. "I knew you would," she said with relish, finally eye to golden eye with the towering coppery beast.
However, her reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. Cara growled threateningly at the noise, her hackles rising as instinct welled up.
"Cara, k-keep it cool!" Emily stammered, squirming away from Leigh's touch as the current crisis demanded her attention. "Just... be quiet. maybe they'll go away!" She said in a husky whisper.
A few tense moments passed. Sadly, whoever was at the door wasn't dissuaded and knocked again more insistently.
"Okay, okay... you guys stay back," Emily hissed. "I'm going to see who it is."
As she crept to the door, she felt just a bit silly as she brought her face towards the fish-eye lens in the peephole. It had been designed for a human being, and her large, shaggy frame simply... wasn't anymore, having to stoop down to see through it. What she did see though brought a snarling gasp. This wasn't someone she probably could ignore.
This was Veronica.