Ryan didn't truly know what to make of his situation. He had tried to get out of a storm and had stumbled into some witch's manor. Any wrongdoing he might have done was unintentional, but the witch punishes him by turning him into a monster. Adapting to the form could come later... if he couldn't find a way to reverse it. His conscious mind was too scared to look for his friends.
The only thing that went through his mind was to shred the witch that had done this to him. She wasn't another werewolf, and she was old... unsuitable to even spread his newly gained lycanthropy to, and even if she was, she had done this to him.
"You dirrrrrrrrrrrty witch!" Ryan growled at her.
"Tut, tut, dear," the witch answered, "I don't speak wolf."
That again flew over Ryan's head, and in a rage, he lunged forward, knocking over the witch's brew and hoping to sink his fangs into her neck. The witch however, went intangible before his clawed "hand" could grab her, and he ended up swiping at nothing, and leaving deep claw marks in the wall.
"You fool! Look what you've done!" the witch roared in anger at her brew being wrecked.
"Turrrrrrrrrrn me back!" Ryan roared at her, not knowing that all the witch heard were growls, barks, and snarls.
"You've ruined everything, you stupid DOG!" the witch roared back at him.
Ryan attempted to attack again, only to run into a forcefield and being thrown against a different wall. Once he hit the ground the floor seemed to rise up and wrap around his arms and legs as if they were alive. He also found he couldn't break their grip on him.
"Many consider lycanthopy a gift more then a curse, with enhanced strength, and a vastly lengthened lifespan," the witch spoke, "your trespassing in my home, and that of your friends is nothing more then an annoyance, really. I had hoped that you would take your newfound strength and power and leave... go off and chase deer... or take some beautiful girl as your mate... or merely spread your gift to others..."
The witch then motioned with her hand to make Ryan look at the spilled cauldron, "but you've gone and used it to attack me and have ruined months of preparation. My brew is ruined, and it will be months before I can replenish what you've destroyed, and it will be nearly a hundred years before the alignment of the moon and the stars needed for the brew to work will come again... and that has made me ANGRY!"
Ryan only growled back. This witch robbed him of his humanity, why should he leave her be?
"But I suppose killing you would put me in legal trouble," the witch then sighed, "I may be powerful... but using magic to rewrite the laws of the land would take too much effort, and with your friends here, I do not have time to simply teleport you into town and let you run wild there..."
Ryan bared his fangs at her.
"This place will need cleaning up, and your friends will need to be run off," the witch mused, "so perhaps for punishment, you will simply be my slave... unable to disobey any command I give you."
The witch then gripped Ryan by his ears and pulled his head up so that he was looking into her eyes.
"Drive your friends away," the witch commanded in an almost hypnotic voice.
Ryan's eyes took on an almost trance like quality and he nodded. Between the lycanthropic instincts assaulting his mind, he found himself unable resist the witch's magic. Once the witch's command was firmly in his mind, Ryan rose up and slowly walked out.
The witch, meanwhile, only looked to the mess her new slave had made.