I lifted the scrap of fabric I'd torn from the bottom of her dress and inhaled her scent. It was so sweet and mouthwatering. The urge to catch her and mate with her filled my body. My skin tightened. Need hit my gut like a punch. To mate with her. I shook my head. My ears flapped from side to side as if they were longer. I reached up and stroked her soft, velvety pointy ears. Was it working? Was I turning into a wolf? I inhaled her scent again. To bite her. A growl rumbled in my chest. To hunt her.
My mind sharpened on that single goal. To chase. To catch. To claim. My limbs trembled. My skin tightened further, to the point of pain. I fell to my hands and knees. Claws dug into the earth beneath my fingers, and then, before my eyes, my fingers transformed into claws. Perfectly formed wolf
