A smile creeped across the wrinkled face of the witch as she slowly stepped away.
Ryan started to tremble, afraid of what the witch had done to him. Suddenly, a jolt of pain hit him, followed by another and another, sending him crumbling to the floor.
"Please," he begged, "I'm sorry. We were just trying to get out of the storm...we didn't mean any harm..."
He reached out to her with one of his arms, shocked to see the changes that were already apparent...a fuzz of darker hair and his fingernails were longer and sharper as well.
"Wha..." he started, drawing his hands closer to him to inspect. "What are you doing to me?"
"You'll find out soon enough, dearie," replied the Witch with another laugh.
The changes increased. Ryan felt increasingly warm and his entire body was drenched with sweat. He clawed at his clothes trying to get them off. As he tore them away, he found his body was covered in grey and black hairs, which continued to grow more and more dense by the moment.
"Please...stop..." pleaded Ryan, who was started to have difficulty speaking as his teeth grew out into sharp fangs.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to...my curses can't be reversed, darling," replied the Witch. "Although in your case, you'll want to beware full moons and silver."
With that, it dawned on Ryan that he was being turned into a werewolf. He fell back onto the floor as the changes came more rapidly. His nails grew out into claws, his feet and legs reshaped, resembling hind paws, ripping apart his sneakers in the process. One final tear rolled down his cheek as his face slowly pushed out into a snout and his werewolf instincts took over. The newly minted werewolf, wearing only the tattered remains of his jeans rose on his digigrade legs and let out a low growl.