She glanced down; her thighs were starting to swell, as were her calves. She always resisted it at first,
wanting to keep some semblance of control over the wolf inside of her, even though she knew there was no
stopping it. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra and tossing it onto the chair. Her panties quickly
followed.
Even with the blinds closed, she could see clearly in the dim light that still made it through the slats of
the venetian style blinds over the windows. Her toenails had started to lengthen. She glanced at her hands,
and saw that she'd managed to get her clothes off just in time. Her fingertips had started to throb a moment
earlier, and she saw the claws slowly sliding out. No, there was no stopping it. Even in the near-absence of
the moon's bright light, the transformation was inevitable. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she struggled to
hold the animal back. She smiled, relishing the ache-the ache always happened early into the change; it made
the ecstasy of the transformation's later stages that much sweeter. The loss of control as the animal took
over almost made her orgasm on its own, never mind the mind-blowing physical sensations it brought. She
glanced at the blinds; she knew that nobody would able to be able to see into the darkened office. She could
open the blinds and let the moonlight surround her-blasting her transformation into the glorious she-wolf form
into overdrive. She knew inwardly that this was the beast talking, slowly subverting her will, but truthfully
she didn't care. Surrender was so seductive.
She'd been a werewolf for a year now. Every month, her resistance had broken a little quicker. Each moonrise
had seen her welcome the wolf a bit more eagerly. She hadn't fed on fresh flesh during any of her changes, but
she could feel a gnawing hunger inside of herself. The past couple of months, she'd had moments where she
wished she could change without the moon-a couple times getting that "pretransformation feeling" along with
the desire. During the day, it terrified her..in the evenings, not so much. And now in the throes of the
transformation's start, she relished it.
She turned toward the window, ready to open the blinds, ready to give in to the ecstasy when her heightened
hearing picked up the sounds of footfalls in the hallway! They paused outside of her door. The knob rattled,
and then she heard the unmistakable swipe of a keycard and the lock disengage.
Part of her wanted to run and hide. There was a large closet. The moonlight wouldn't tempt her there..so long
as she could hold out until whoever the intruder was had gone. But who WERE they, and why were they in HER
territory? A bubbling rage filled her, and she knew that she could gain a terrible vengeance on this intruder.
But were they really? Her human side told her to control herself, while the wolf told her to let go and defend
her territory. Which would she choose?
The knob started to turn again, and she...