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(Um, I did post already, and asked a question of Lysander at the end.)

Mia looked at him, looked deep into his amber eyes.

Slowly, she approached him, raised her hand to touch his furry head, ran her fingers through his smooth fur and along his strong muzzle.

"I know that wolves mate for life. Do werewolves...do we do that, too?"

She thought about how wonderful it would be, to know with absolute assurance that she would always have a companion, a lover, that would never abandon her, never tire of her, never harm her or lie to her or betray her. She'd had several boyfriends who had done just that, and she'd sworn off dating as a result. But this, if it was true, would be perfect.

That was it, then. She didn't have a choice anymore, but she could have suffered a far worse fate.

Mia leaned in and kissed Lysander on the end of his muzzle. "My mate...it feels right..."

The full moon called to her, and she looked up at it. "So bright...so pretty...I feel it...inside me..."

The wolf merged with her mind, with her soul, and urged her forth.

She tugged at her clothes. "Tell me...how..."

Mia knew even if she wanted to resist, it would be impossible. Something told her not to, that she would be savage, uncontrollable, miserable. Accept the gifts of the wolf, it told her, and be strong and free.

She mentally accepted her new life, pursed her lips and took a breath, and exhaled.

"AAAARRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!"

Her body was alight like a flash of lightning. She felt a union occur, woman and wolf, felt her and she become inseparable.

Mia opened her eyes, amber like those of the others. Her packmates.

"I'm...I AM A WEREWOLF!" She proudly shouted to the sky, and felt her chrysalis transformation beginning...

Mia yanked at her clothes, desperately needing to free herself of them. When they would not easily come away, she growled in frustration and began ripping them off of her with nails that sharpened and hardened and lengthened into wicked claws.

She snarled and opened her mouth, displaying canines that grew and sharpened into deadly meat-tearing fangs. Saliva dripped from her mouth as her breathing deepened, becoming heavy panting.

Every muscle and bone in her body popped and reshaped, as her ankles rose and her skin stretched. She grew, to six feet, seven feet, eight feet and several inches tall, her body packed with strength and rippling with heavy muscle.

Mia looked to Lysander, and growled, showing him his work so far.

Her hair disappeared amidst the golden fur that grew thickly from every scrap of skin. Ears pointed and twitched and crept atop her head as fully formed lupine triangles.

Below her enlarged and firmed breasts, two extra sets budded and inflated. Mia dropped to all fours and let the transformation take her, let herself become the she-werewolf.

Her coccyx gained use, producing a lush golden tail, as her nose turned dark and her face pressed out into a full muzzle.

She felt the changes complete, and knew she was truly one of the pack.

"AAAAARRRRRRROOOOOOOOOO!!!" Mia lifted her muzzle and cried out joyously.

She looked at him, and reached out to place her paw in his. "It's...amazing. I've never felt this alive."

She rested her head against his. "Lysander...I feel like part of you is with me...within my soul." She looked deep into his eyes. "I just met you, and you took my humanity away...but you gave me this wonderful body, this amazing gift."

Mia kissed him once more. "I love you. My mate."

"I understand. And, I think I know what needs to be done."

She looked off in a direction vaguely West. "I'm...well, I was...a Journalism student at the University of London. I've been tracking werewolves for years, looking for evidence of their existence. A couple other people know of my work. My brother, Brian, my classmate Elizabeth, and my flatmate Nora. They might try to follow my work, or tell others."

Mia stood tall, feeling like the Beta Female she now was. She retrieved her camera, and yanked the film from it. She ripped the film apart with one set of claws, shredding it into unrecognizable bits that would be oxerexposed into nothingness by the morning sun.

"The pack must grow, and must be protected. They must be changed."