Nate kept peering at the clock at work. Time seemed to drag on forever and all he wanted to do was go home and transform again. He kept daydreaming about it, wanting to push himself further this time, become more bestial. Finally, five o'clock came around and he quickly left the office and drove straight home.
Nate walked into his condo and immediately kicked off his shoes. He closed the door and locked it. He started unbuttoning his shirt when he heard the sound of a woman clearing her throat in the living room. Nate's heart leaped into his throat as he turned around and walked into the living room.
Standing by the fireplace was a woman with green hair and wearing flowing satin robes. At first he thought it was Kia, but it was not.
"Umm, hello?" asked Nate, wearily.
"Hello. You must be the young man who made an offering to Kia yesterday," she said. "How do you do? My name is Minala, the Acolyte of Beastly Forms, although in your culture I am also known as Circe."
Nate's eyes went wide. He definately knew who Circe was. "I'm Nate. I'm pleased to meet you, I think."
"Relax, I'm not here to harm you in any way. Not all the stories about me were true."
"Why are you here?" asked Nate.
"Because you visited a deity who frankly should have stayed buried and I was elected to talk to you about it," replied Circe.
"Oh..." said Nate, sitting down on the couch. "I knew this wasn't going to last. Go ahead, take it back, make me human again."
"I'm not going to do that. I couldn't possibly care less what you are now or what you do as it. I have to ensure that you tell no one else about Kia. My brothers and sisters in arms have gone to a lot of trouble to make sure the altars of Kia remain buried and forgotten. We had too much trouble with the cultists that followed her and the chaos that ensued. Chaos that brings down civilizations."
"So, all you want is for me to promise never to tell anyone about Kia and I can stay a werewolf?" asked Nate.
"Exactly," replied Circe.
"You got it. I won't tell a soul, I swear." replied Nate, standing up.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. And just so you know, you break that promise to me and I'll turn you into something you would rather not want to be, if you catch my drift," said Circe, smiling.
"That I do, ma'am. I must say, you are not at all like I expected you would be."
"How would you expect me to be?" asked Circe.
"All domineering and man-hating, I guess. That's the way the legends always seemed to portray you."
"Lets get one thing straight. Just because I preferred the company of other women does not mean I hate men. In fact, I rather enjoy them, especially turning them into beasts," replied Circe. "I think you may understand that."
"You mean, they wanted to be transformed?" asked Nate.
"Some of them, yeah. I usually tried to give the willing suitably strong forms. The rude ones I turned into pigs," said Circe.
"Huh. You know, if I found Kia's altar room on my own, what says someone else won't too?" asked Nate.
"We're working on that one as we speak." Circe made her way towards the door. "Oh, and Nate..."
"Yeah?" he asked.
Circe pointed a finger at him. "Wolf out, just for me, please?"
Nate felt a sudden jab of pain in his stomach and fell to his knees. This time he had no control over his transformation, it was being forced by Circe herself. The thought of this, odd as it was, turned him on. The changes were coming over him quite rapidly. He felt his ears stretch out to points. His teeth grew out into large sharp fangs as gray and black fur grew in all over his body. The seams of his clothes ripped apart and his body grew and changed, changed unlike it had before. His chest barreled out and his hands and feet stretched and reformed into clawed paws. His tattered clothes fell off him as his face pushed out into a snout and a tail grew out. He fell to all fours, letting out a low growl.
Circe walked over to the large werewolf and scratched him under his chin and looked him in his glowing amber eyes.
"Now you're a proper werewolf, my friend." She started scratching him all over, something Nate found he liked. "The question is, what to do with yourself and your werewolfness? You could do whatever you liked as far as we are concerned. You could start a pack, if you wanted. Or keep it to yourself. Use it to help others. The choice is yours. Just remember, no one can know the truth of how you came to be this way."
Circe walked to the door and looked back at Nate. "I'll see you around, Wolfy."
And with that she walked out the door.