I was fairly astonished by what Terri had been telling me. Not that I was truly complaining about the attention. As said earlier, our divorce was not because we didn't love each other and a strong independent woman probably would have never spoken with me again for divorcing her because she put on weight. And I had never really thought of Terri as "dependent" on me before, but as she talked with me now, I got a sense of wildness in her... independence... strength... D Cups, that hadn't been there before. And that served to attract me to Terri's story.
Partially because I was curious what brought her back to me, and to be honest, I DID want her to be right and that she was a werewolf. Because, if lycanthropy turned overweight women in well muscled, athletic, and voluptuous vixens with a heightened sex drive, what would it do to a man? And a good part of me wanted to find out.
"So you just let Night bite you?" I asked.
"Not right away," Terri answered, "It took a little while for us to do more then just chat on Facebook, but once we did... well it began much like we've begun again..."
"Because you were lonely?" I asked.
"Partially," Terri answered and then looked at me with an expression that was far firmer then I remembered her ever having, "you know you ripped my heart out divorcing me because I was "fat"."
"Sorry," I said weakly, not knowing where that came from, "I was probably never much of a gentleman..."
"Maybe," Terri sighed and relaxed, "You were probably right though. Night wasn't all that attracted to me when we met again... we only went as far as we did because she seemed to need it and because we had been friends in the past."
"And you accepted since I had been a jerk," I surmised.
"To be brief, yes," Terri answered.
"Not to offend your or anything, but why did you come back to me?" I wondered.
"That I'd prefer to wait until AFTER I've gotten to when I was bitten," Terri explained, "it'd make things easier for you to understand."
"So, you're getting to when she bit you?" I asked.
"Yeah... it had been a month or two, and in my loneliness I had found myself oddly fantasizing about her, which I found strange since I've never truly been inclined toward women before... but I was and Night and I ended up in many of the same situations we've recently been in..." Terri said slowly.
"Maybe it's some sort of "animal attraction"?" I gave her an excuse, probably betraying how much I wanted her to be not mad.
"Yeah, the whole, fight, flight, or fuck," she smirked, "it made me feel more connected... more alive... more free then ever... and I began explaining the details of our divorce to her, that was when she actually made the offer."
"She offered to bite you?"
"Being a werewolf doesn't make you a mindless beast," Terri answered, "Predatory, yes, but not mindless... and to be honest, when I told her, I didn't really hide the fact that I didn't want the divorce to happen very well."
"So, she hates me now?" I asked.
"Hate would be too strong a word, but in a sense, yeah, her feelings toward you are no where near what they might have been way back when..."
"She was attracted to you then, not me," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but now... I can't compete with what she wants now," Terri responded, "but we were still friends and she seemed to understand. She asked me what I was willing to do to get you back. I said "anything" in response."
"And she bit you?"
"She offered it... of course also adding that it would allow me to utterly dominate you for being a jerk," Terri answered, "and I accepted the idea... the becoming a werewolf part, not totally dominating you..."
"It seems to have fixed everything," I spoke, "or at least everything that my small mind thought was wrong."
"I'm sure," Terri replied.
"Did it hurt?" I asked after a moment.
"Well, yes," Terri said slowly, "having someone's teeth cut into you with great strength isn't exactly painless... but Night did clean and dress the wound looked after me while I recuperated. After that, I was essentially in training."
"Training?"
"Just because I'm not a mindless monster, doesn't mean that I didn't have a host of whole new instincts to adapt to," Terri spoke, "Night wanted to help me adjust and allow me to figure out whether or not the "new" me would want to have anything to do with you..."
"Which appears to be yes..."
"You really want it don't you?" Terri smirked again.