“Um… Well, a few days after the spell book Changed me, I caught the scent of another lupine who was hunting, one night. But when I found him, I discovered that he wasn’t exactly a wolf… He… He thought he could have me as his…toy – but I proved myself to be a fierce fighter, and I drove him off. He bit me in the melee, though…”
“You poor kid,” you announce sympathetically.
“It’s okay, Clyde. But anyway, when the full moon came – a couple of nights later… Ahhh!” Erin shudders underneath you. Startled, you back off and watch as the sunlight disappears – leaving your she-wolf friend to convulse in the emerging moonlight. Her brown fur shortens slightly – then her form alters, with a series of ‘cracks’ and the sounds of shifting bones. Erin’s body blurs slightly, and then morphs, gaining the proportions of a human! Her back legs become longer and sturdier, and her forepaws alter into paw-like hands, with clawed, opposable thumbs. When the transformation is complete, Erin lies before you, gasping at first – but then she smiles happily, as a still furry and tailed, girl-sized, and humanoid wolf.
You sniff at her, startled – but smell no threat of an attack in Erin’s emotions. “What the hell…?” you whine.
“It was a werewolf who attacked me, Clyde,” Erin explains. “Now his gift is in my blood. The rain clouds prevented my shifting, last night – but whenever the full moon shines clear and bright, like now, I become a fusion of human and wolf! Am I…ugly…to you, now?”
“No!” you tell her honestly. “You look…marvellous! So…you are now a werewolf?”
“Well… ‘Werewolf’ really refers to humans briefly turned into wolves. Whereas I’m physically now a wolf that becomes half-human for a few nights each month - so I guess that makes me a werewolf in reverse. A wolfwere, if you like! And I use this form to scare away any dodgy-looking humans in the park – any drug-dealers, or would-be rapists. Just scare them off, that’s all. So I act…silly.”
“Wow…” You trot over to her, and Erin slowly reaches out with a half-paw to scratch you behind the ears, making you loll out your long tongue as you enjoy the feeling of being petted. Then a worried thought comes to your mind. “Erin…,” you ask. “Do we age at the same rate as ordinary wolves?”
“I think we do. And wild wolves live for about eight-ten years,” Erin replies sadly. “Which is why we should enjoy ourselves whilst we can…” She carefully gets up upon her rear paws to stand as the incredible wolf-girl she now is. “The change always makes me hungry! Fancy another hunt, Clyde? I know where we can find some more rabbits.”
The thought of night hunting excites you, especially with Erin as your constant and welcome companion. Even though she seems to be stronger now than she ever was as a human, you silently vow to protect her, so that no one will ever harm her again…
You lick your fangs. “Lead on, wolf-girl!” you tell her.