After that night, both girls lives were changed inexorably. For Melissa, it was a culmination of an impossible dream; while she'd long fantasized about being a werewolf, she'd never thought it possible.
Until that night, she'd never realized how sexual her fantasy was, how it had tinged some of her early masturbatory sessions as a girl. Then Sam had confessed, and she'd found herself wildly attracted to her best friend. Sure, there had been some moments where she'd felt closer than just a friend to Sam, and yes..even some attraction, though mild. (Or at least she'd thought it was mild.) That night, one where she received her ultimate gift was beyond a penultimate experience for her.
For Sam, that night was magical as well. She'd found herself no longer alone on full moon nights, finally having shared the most meaningful part of her life with the most meaningful person in it. Having Melissa as her mate caused her instincts to kick into overdrive – while she didn't have a pack, she had someone to protect and experience life with – all of it.
As their high school lives progressed, they went from being part-time lovers on full moon nights to casual girlfriends, to officially being an item in their sophomore year of school. As the United States finally seemed to affirm that relationships of all varieties had a right to exist, they came out together to their families.
While Melissa's mother (her parents were divorced, and her father's side of the family wasn't involved at all) was supportive, Sam found that her parents, while not necessarily condemning her, seemed to think it was a phase and tended to make passive-aggressive comments behind closed doors.
Meanwhile, the girls continued to blossom over time, and by their senior year, Melissa was 5'5” with D-cup breasts, yet a still impossibly petite build otherwise. Sam was a willowy 6'3”, but more muscled, and graced with DD breasts.
Despite what Sam's parents had thought, they'd stayed a couple with barely a fight. Any tensions they ever had worked themselves out when the next full moon rose, though that aspect of their relationship had remained quite secret.
Sam's body had become more muscular, and she'd become a star athlete, leading the school to two state softball championships and one basketball championship, along with setting two cross-country records in track. Meanwhile, Melissa had become hyper-focused in science classes in particular, graduating as the class valedictorian with a weighted GPA of 4.78. They complimented each other perfectly, with Melissa's analytical mind and Sam's physical prowess, and they both accepted scholarships to the University of Central Florida; Sam on an athletic one and Melissa on a little known scholarship for bioengineering students.
Now eighteen, the girls were set to start the next chapter in their lives. Thanks to a sudden windfall of cash gifts from Melissa's family, they were able to afford a modest cottage-style home for rent a short distance off of campus. They had their privacy, as they had worried about what to do if they'd been stuck in a dormitory, let alone if they couldn't be roommates. You see, Melissa and Sam had plans – grand plans – plans that could change the world, both literally and metaphorically. Living off campus simplified a certain amount of that.