Colin pushed Nate back and turned and ran down the street, taking a hard left down an alleyway. Nate smiled and ripped off his tattered t-shirt, revealing a furry and muscled chest. He let out a loud growl, dropping to all fours and running in hot pursuit.
Nate turned the corner and saw Colin standing in the middle of the alley waiting for Nate to approach. Nate slowly approached, his long sharp claws scraping on the asphalt pavement. He could feel his fangs lengthen, becoming long and sharp, jutting from his mouth as saliva dripped from the side. As he continued to approach, his face slowly reshaped, pushing out into a muzzle and his ears moved to the top of his head.
Colin could feel his anticipation rising. He was rock hard and his heart was beating a million miles an hour. He watched as the beast that was Nate, all fangs, claws and fur, slowly approached. It was just as he had fantasized over and over, almost as though he were reading his mind. Nate stopped about a foot from him, looking at him with his amber gold eyes. Colin could see his transformation was finally complete. He was a genuine werewolf now. Nate let out a low growl as he stared him down.
"Go for it," whispered Colin.
Nate leapt up, tackling Colin as they both tumbled to the pavement. With a clawed hand, he ripped back Colin's shirt and quickly bit him squarely on the shoulder and then pulled back. Nate looked down at Colin, who was smiling with those same two dimples that drove Nate crazy before.
Colin reached up and ran his hand through Nate's fur.
"Thank you," whispered Colin.
Nate watched as the wound began to heal itself, leaving only a little slowly congealing blood on his shoulder. It had worked.