Once again, night found the Anderson family trying unsuccessfully to obtain sleep, although this time for much different reasons.
Nate was restless, too excited to sleep. He kept thinking about his impending future as a werewolf and all the exciting things he could do as one.
Eric laid awake in his room, wondering if Nate really would go through with it and if he would still be the same big brother afterward, let alone whether or not Nate would expect him to accept a change into something else.
William laid in bed, wondering about which of his students could transform into what, and if the Dean was right about there being advantages to changing forms he was unaware of.
As for Martha Anderson...
She was downstairs. Having finished up cleaning for the night, she was about to head upstairs when there was a knock on her front door.
After turning on the front porch light and peeping through the spy hole, she opened the door.
"Hello Mrs. Anderson. Can Nate come out and play?" asked his friend Ben, standing there in full werewolf form.
Martha was about to answer when a noise from behind made her turn around. There was Nate, running down the stairs completely naked, but gaining fur fast as he transformed into a werewolf before her eyes.
"Can I Mom, please?" asked Nate, standing there smiling with a full muzzle of teeth and his tongue hanging out in eager anticipation.
"Did you finish all your homework?" she asked in return.
"Yes, ma'am," Nate said, wondering if he'd get to go out after all.
"Okay, but don't stay out too late. Tomorrow is a school day after all."
"Thank you," said Nate, before running out the door after Ben.
Martha watched both boys scamper down the street, howling in delight until she could no longer see them.
Then she started to close the door when she heard a feminine voice behind her.
"They grow up so fast, yet they're still cubs at heart."
Martha turned and was startled to see Samantha Twist standing before her. How the woman got inside the house, let alone why she was there, were mysteries to her, but at least she was fully dressed, compared to the fact that Martha was only wearing a somewhat revealing nightgown with no underwear.
"Frances and I are very proud of Ben. He brings honor to his pack, and I'm sure your Nate does too," said Samantha, moving seductively closer.
"Y-yes, I'm sure he does," agreed Martha.
"It must get lonely at night, with all the men off doing their were-things," said Samantha, as she put a hand on Martha's shoulder.
"Err... yes," said the housewife, wondering what Samantha was talking about.
"You know, there is no rule that says you have to be lonely on nights like this," said Samantha, as she put her arms around Martha.
Why Ms. Twist was suddenly naked was confusing Martha, because she didn't remember the woman undressing. Yet there was something truly sexy about the nude female before her, with all her luscious curves and well shaped body.
"Frances is waiting for us," said Samantha, as she started stroking Martha's cheek with a furry paw.
"She is?" asked Martha in return, taking a step back to take a good look at the werecat that was now before her. If I thought Samantha was sexy before she thought, staring at the furred body and long tail swishing behind her shapely ass.
"While unfortunately accidents can happen, a normal human usually doesn't have to worry about becoming a were unless they either go through the formal ceremony or have deep, intimate relations with a were," said Samantha, moving her furry body around a now naked Martha.
Why Samantha was putting such emphasis on those two words, let alone when she lost what little clothing she was wearing, were unknown to the confused housewife, as Samantha started nuzzling Martha's bare neck.
"And once you become a were, you don't have to worry about ever being changed by another were," added Samantha, as she moved her paws around Martha's body.
One was now stroking the housewife's bare breasts, while the other was moving down to explore other delights.
"Life can be so much more than this dreary, normal existence, if you would just open yourself up to the possibilities," Samantha whispered in Martha's ear, as the werecat began to delicately stroke between Martha's thighs.
Martha turned to kiss Samantha the werecat, looking forward to a new life with her and Frances...
...and then Martha Anderson, normal human being, woke up in a cold sweat.