An owl gave a hoot in the middle of the night, its call echoing for a short distance across the forest. The ears of a light brown wolf twitched as she reclined on a sturdy tree branch that she was lazing on, paying no mind to the avian’s call. It had been a few days since the first night of the full moon, but still the wolfess was in her animal form once again, her tail swaying with the breeze.  While the full moon had some effect on her kind to cause them to feel an irresistible urge to change, they could transform into their fur covered selves whenever they wished. 
	Emily loved nothing more than just simply existing as a wolf, always eager to break away from her mundane human life and bring about her change. Four months have passed since that night when her car broke down and…
	Emily shook her head, idly rubbing her left forearm. The fur covered it up, but when she was walking about as her human self, the scar of a bite could be seen, imprinted from that night; that night when her life was changed forever, not that she would have any more complaints about it.  
	A twig snapped from below, causing Emily to jerk from her thoughts and gaze down with her yellow eyes, a trait all werewolves shared during their change. A young man was walking far off the worn path, his flashlight moving quickly in front of him as he glanced around. His fear could easily be smelt as the wolf’s nose twitched, inhaling his scent. 
	Her heart pounded as she continued to watch him, unaccustomed to other people being out in the early AM hours of the morning, usually having only the company of other animals to be concerned with. A small grin twitched on her muzzle as her tail flicked stiffly with the thoughts running through her mind. A long time had passed since she had hunted a fellow human, and here was a nice snack, practically being handed to her. 
	Another sort of hunger also coursed through her though as she watched the black haired teenager stop for a moment, glancing behind him at the sound of rustling bushes. While he couldn’t see what made the noise, the werewolf could easily see a deer prancing away, just as equally frightened as the human male. It would be almost too easy for her; almost as easy as it was for Neal…
	It had been a couple months since her mate had passed, almost as long as their short stint together. The hunters in the town were ruthless, biased again the shape shifting wolves, and Neal had gotten reckless. Emily had been lonely ever since, with no one to understand her. She had considered changing someone just as she was changed, a simple bite would have been all it took, but she resisted, trying to remain content with running solo; adapting and learning the nuances of her new life. 
	All of that was being quickly reconsidered though as the handsome male continued his walk and her window of opportunity was quickly closing. She took in a deep breath and jumped down from the tree, landing a few feet behind him. He had no time to react before the wolf had him pinned against a tree, almost as quick on two feet as she was running around on four. 
	The human choked out a gasp, a furry paw covering his mouth and preventing his scream from getting any louder than a whisper. He shook violently, the wolf growling as she leaned in and in her husky voice, warned him against screaming or trying to run. The male had heard different stories of the werewolves, and the dangers they posed. However, he was still surprised that one was roaming after a full moon, let alone able to communicate. Emily quickly turned him around and pinned his back to the tree, gazing over the human in front of her. 
	While the human wasn’t exactly a picture perfect Adonis, he wasn’t exactly completely shabby either. He had a slightly more than average build, with his hair slightly above his shoulder but well kept; his brown eyes looked at his captor, still shaking like a leaf. A small rumble of approval escaped from Emily’s throat as she thought about how much more beautiful he would look covered in fur, running beside her during the change…
	It was all beginning to be too much for her as she ran her claws down his chest lightly, though still hard enough to puncture his shirt and leave a light trail on his skin. The male whimpered and tried to pull away but Emily kept him held firmly in place, slamming him against the tree again and leaning in, dragging her tongue up the left side of his neck, making her way to his ear and tugging it with her fangs.
	“Don’t be scared; a few more moments and you’ll have a life far more wondrous than you could ever imagine…”
	The human tried to push the wolf away but her grip held firm as her body pressed closer, her tongue lapping at his neck again before a sharp pain caused him to scream out into the night as her fangs sunk into his neck. Emily fumbled her paw up quickly, once again muffling his sounds as she held the bite, suckling lightly her body grinding up against him in want and need. She had never changed anyone before and the feeling of ecstasy that was running through her body from the deed was driving her mad with desire. 
	The male continued his struggle against the female wolf against him, trying to push her away in vain as a tingling sensation started to course through his veins, almost as if all of his limbs were starting to fall asleep. Emily gave a little room between the pair, using her paws to tear the shirt off the human, leaving his top bare. She nuzzled aggressively against his chest, giving small licks with her tongue as her paws wandered downwards, making short work of his pants and boxers as well, leaving her prey completely naked and vulnerable. 
	The werewolf wasn’t completely heartless though, remembering how brutal and rough her own change was. She was willing to show a little bit of mercy for the confused and frightened human and placed her paws over his shoulders, showering his neck and shoulder with licks and gentle nibbles. The attention was having the desired affects as she felt his need press against her white furred belly, throbbing intensely from the intimacy and the changes beginning to take place within him. 
	The first change started with his spine, as it usually did with all werewolf transformations. A cry of pain came from the captive, doubling over and clutching at the creature’s fur, panting and gasping as the tingling in his body turned into an extreme burning sensation. Emily stroked his changing back slowly, whispering assurances in his ear as she laid him down on the ground, not giving him a chance to flee, straddling his waist.
	Fur that matched the color of his raven hair started to sprout out from all over his body; slow at first before it started to quickly consume his body. Emily’s ears twitched slightly as her sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of bones cracking and rearranging, barely giving her enough time to cover the male’s mouth to stifle his screaming. This part was agony, it usually was for the first few changes until one became used to them, though the pain never really went away. 
	The least she could do was try to make some part of it feel good, to help give him the craving for the change and she used her other paw to fish downward, grabbing his length, still at full mast and lined it up with her wet entrance. With no hesitation she sank it into her depths, giving a gasp as she allowed herself to be quickly filled, wasting no time sitting down until she was flush with his groin, rocking against it slowly.
	The human’s eyes opened wide, showing Emily their new yellow color, matching her own. Her planned worked, the sensation of the intimate action giving a small reprieve from the pain as, unbeknownst to her, she took not only his humanity, but his virginity. The human, almost wolf, below her squirmed around, no longer fighting to push her away but now to keep her close, his hands turned to paws clutching at her waist. The pair panted together, one in near ecstasy as she looked down, admiring the change she was causing, the other as the last of his transformation finished, a muzzle pushing out and shaping to take the place of his mouth. Emily raised her hips and dropped down slowly, beginning her gentle motions, not seeing the changes beneath her as the male’s intimate parts were finishing their own changes: his sac slightly bigger, now covered in black fur, a retracted sheath at the base while his length became more canine.
	Her more aggressive wolf instincts were fighting to come out, to be more forceful with the act as she rode him faster, though remained intimate. 
	She clawed at the ground, in a small panic as the creature above her thrusted with reckless abandon into her most intimate of areas, her body no longer human, nor was the bulb that ground at her lower lips.
	Emily gave a small shake of her head, trying to focus on the present, and not on how rough her change was, the small bit of humanity inside her wanting this change to be different, to leave him with a loving memory instead of one lingering with complete fear. It seemed to be working as the now completely changed wolf under her thrust his hips to meet her motions, his own feelings now overridden with desire, with need, with want. 
	The female werewolf clenched hard around the length inside of her, feeling the new addition to his cock grinding against her nethers, trying to force it’s way in, causing her to tremble with excitement. She was fine with a quick mating, there would be plenty of time for longer, more intense couplings in the future, and there would be countless numbers of them. She helped meet his motions and pushed down as he thrust up with his new strength, a moan of pleasure marking the moment as the wolf’s knot entered her, locking the pair together.
	The male gave short, quick thrusts into her, his climax building to a crescendo as his balls were pressed against Emily’s body. Not wanting to be outdone, she rocked quickly against him, her own fire building up within her body, giving increasingly louder moans and whimpers, adding a gasp to the mix as she felt the male underneath her using his claw tips to caress her hips. She leaned forward, tensing up, grinding against his body as best as she could, the sensation against her clitoris pushing her over the edge as her head tilted back and she howled out into the night, letting the whole forest know of the pleasure she was in. Mere seconds later, the male wolf pushed in as deep as possible, the sensations of her clenching walls and orgasmic fluids soaking his groin sending him over the edge, his cock twitching rhythmically as werewolf seed began to fill Emily’s womb. Her howl caused something within him to stir and he breathed in deeply before letting out his first howl as a wolf, letting the sounds of the lovers’ mutual pleasure mix together.
	They couldn’t tell how much time passed: seconds, minutes, hours as they laid together as best as they could, waiting to be untied, their paws caressing through each other’s fur. Emily gave a small, affectionate nuzzle to the side of his muzzle and held onto him tighter.
	“So stranger, care to tell me your name?” 
	“B...Bra...Brandon…”
	The male struggled to use human speech with his new canine body, though it would be easy with practice and time. Emily nodded and slowly stood up, letting the mostly inflated knot slip out of her with a little effort, some of their mixed seed leaking out onto the wolf on the ground. He shook his head, suppressing a small chuckle as his length slid back slowly into his sheath, his eyes focused on her, any worries he had as a human long gone.
	Emily took a few steps away, glancing back at him, leaning against a tree and wagged both her tail and hips, unable to resist teasing the other wolf.
	“I’m sure you’re hungry after your change. Come, I’ll help show you what your new body can do,” she teased him.
	It worked as he stared at her swaying body, hunger of many types coursing through his body as he stood up, stumbling a little bit as he adjusted to his new legs. Emily gave a small smile at her new lover, her mate, no longer feeling loneliness as she dropped down onto all four paws like a feral wolf and started walking towards the denser part of the forest. 
	First, they would hunt and satiate the hunger in their bellies. But after? They would satisfy the renewed lust they both felt as Brandon followed her with a slow walk before dropping down as well to match her movements, letting out a howl that she matched before the pair ran off together into the night.