Full Moon High - Talbot Pack Crusaders

by Stone-Man85

Natalie Norwest is just your average teenage girl. She likes parties, gothic art, her friends and werewolves. On the eve of her sixteenth birthday she is invited into a world of lycan heroes, meant to defend the town of Everett from what goes bump in the night... and things may have gotten a teeny weeny bit out of hand... Rated M for nudity, lemons.. and a harem

3. Start of a New Pack pt 1

Sorry for the delay, everyone. Hopefully the next chapter will come out faster. Enjoy! And thanks to the-PBG for help on this yet again.

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FMH: Talbot Pack Crusaders

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Chapter 2: the Night of Change; Start of a New Pack pt.1

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Norwest Manor

Natalie's Room

Natalie's room was much like he sisters, Ashley: clean, proper with painted walls, and a large walk in cupboard installed by her dad. The departure came from the two bookshelves containing any books on the supernatural she could lay her hands on, and a few posters of werewolf based films scattered along the stark white and black wall. But at the moment Natalie was getting all ready for her big night. It was only 7:30, and it was supposed to be her bed time. Though the change wouldn't start for her until 8:00 PM, so she was getting prepared before she and Ashley sped off. She heard that Ashley was going to be separated from the Pack tonight, as it was an official family thing for her. As such, Natalie was packing up a duffel bag full of clothing, specifically a new baggy jumpsuit she had bought. It was around in her size, but she didn't know what changes would occur with her body, as Ashley had told her everyone's change was different.

AS she finished packing, and putting in a blanket, she thought to herself, smiling. 'I wonder what it's going to be like: being a werewolf.' She giggled, as she looked at herself in her mirror on her vanity closet, taking a last look at her 'human' self. "I can hardly wait."

Zipping up the duffle bag and throwing the strap over her shoulder she began to walk towards the door and head down the corridor to Natalie's room. Silence followed her as she stepped into the family mansions vast resplendent hallways. The upper floors were intensely decorated with everything from the finest in classical and modern art, ornaments and even a few suits of armour her father had bought back from France. The wallpaper was a clear white, with hat looked like inlaid gold leaf, shaped into the patterns of plants and animals.

Natalie grinned as she saw a pattern of a small wolf leaping from a branch of a tree, and she began to skip. Her legs quickly carried her across the varnished wooden floor and antique rugs to the large oak door that lead to her sisters' room. Letting herself a moment to gush out in barely contained joy, Natalie quickly followed her emotional outburst by patting down her clothes and then rapping her knuckles against the white coloured wood.

"Assshhhhllleeeyyy I am here!"

The door quickly opened, as she was suddenly yanked in, the door closed quickly behind. Ashley held Natalie by her shoulder, as she placed her ear on the door. Silence fell on the outside, as she sighed, "Good. Nobody heard." She then looked at Natalie annoyed, as she asked, "Didn't I tell you earlier we need to be stealthy? The last thing we want is to alert our family on what's going on tonight."

Natalie snapped out of her excitement, as she clasped her mouth. "I'm sorry, Ashely. I'm just so excited about all this. I couldn't hold it in."

Ashley sighed, as she led her sister out to the balcony of her room, and stated. "Well, tonight you won't be able to hold it in around 8:20, okay? That's when the moon will be at its highest peak…"

"And when it'll be full tonight, activating an uncontrolled change, I know," Natalie finished, smiling as she finished her sisters sentence. "It's also the night when if someone's bitten, they'll be turned instantly."

Ashley arched an eyebrow. "You know your history. Good." She then knelt down, as she motioned for her sister. "Hop on." Natalie smiled, as she slipped the duffle bag on, and hopped on her sister's back. "Now hold on tight," Ashley advised, as Natalie held tight to her shoulders, "And hang on." Ashley belted towards the balcony, and leapt over, landing on the rooftop of the nearby pool house.

The two sisters sped forward, as Ashley leapt for the wall. She landed on the rim of it, and then hopped on over into the woods, as she stopped to turn around to face the mansion as she always did at night when she started this new lifestyle.

Natalie blinked, "Wow. I didn't know you could do that in human form."

"Wait till you and I go full wolf, you'll be surprised what you can do then," Ashley smirked, as she sprinted for the woods with Natalie in tow.

As they went through, Natalie looked at her cell phone, as a GPS beacon was blinking without Ashley's notice, 'I hope the others get there soon.'

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Markerns Residence

Diana was now ready. She had tripled checked; no quadruple checked all her emergency plans, and was prepared to set out for the most important night of her life. She had arranged potential change of clothes, drinks, packed bedding, emergency torches, and even some food: and, for once in her life she smiled, as she zipped up the massive rucksack on a job well done.

"Okay!" She declared with a cheeriness which was unlike her, as she prepared to lift the rucksack. "Now off we go... now off we go... go! GO! Oh, come on!" Diana tugged at the massive bag, vainly pulling on its straps as she tried to lift it off her bed. Angrily flailing her arms around, as she tried to heave the mass of belongings she had packed, up. Yet on her fifth attempt the bag lifted… and then promptly felt it and herself go crashing back down. "Drats," the young platinum blond girl said frowning as she kicked her legs while she lay there on her back, looking up at the sky blue paint of her bedroom roof.

Diana's bedroom was a rather modern one; the walls were plastered white and ceiling painted a sky blue; the carpet matched the ceiling in a colour of a rich inviting ocean, and as to be expected was spotless. For a girl of Diana's disposition her belongings were Spartan, with even the simple double bed with red covers being only mildly decorated with little blue dots, highlighting the only eccentricity in the otherwise normal room – a unnaturally normal room.

The shelves were neatly packed and the toys were perfectly arranged along their edges. The containers being modern white cloth in the shape of boxes, highlighting the newness of the room along with a sparklingly clean small desk, which sat in one corner by the window, a personal computer sitting their unremarkably next to a rather large oversized plush toy that looked like a wolf. Indeed, even the two vented cupboards just seemed so average, although Diana knew both of them were walk in closets.

Diana though kept kicking her legs in defiance of her predicament before finally surrendering and flopping onto the mound that her overstuffed bag had formed. With a small huff she blew a strand of hair platinum blonde hair out of her eye and began to sulk.

Away in a corner, there was a small yip by the door, which sat on the right-hand wall facing away from the window. As quiet as the yip was, it served to introduce the smallest dog you would ever see. The tiny teacup pomeranian leapt in, bounding forward in its tiny legs, leaping in and out of the plush sea rug, as it was leaping in and out of the waves. The little stumpy legs worked overtime to allow such a small dog to move, but as it trotted through the room and walked up to the crumpled Diana, it arched its head up and licked her hand.

"Oh hey Liliana," Stacie said dejectedly. "You wouldn't know if Jeeves's is in?"

The dog tilted its head at her and gave three barks, that usually meant know, although a lot of good the cleaner would do. Not only had her father forbidden her from making use of him, but her dad and him had come to agreement that he was allowed to ignore Diana whenever she called him 'the butler,' especially as Jeeves wasn't his real name.

"Dad call," she then asked sighing, already knowing the answer.

Three yips: and Diana groaned.

It was worth a shot, but in all honesty her dad was never in, and if her dad was out mom would be too, and it wasn't like they told her they were leaving. Still she could not complain, they were loving parents just… terribly busy. Hell, her father had made sure that she hung around with Natalie to make her a 'better person.'

And regretfully Diana had to admit his plan had worked.

Yet brining her mind back to the oversized hiking pack, Diana kicked her again in a vain attempt to rise from the floor. "God, I need this stuff. It's important," she declared angrily. Of all the times her parents had to go the capital.

Although deep down she knew this was better for her, getting given things out of hand as a child had made her… well rotten. Ever since that incident where she had screamed at her father for a pony for four weeks, she doubted her dad would ever really help her do anything ever again. It was all the 'self-help' plans he had been running on her now. Although given she was now friends with Natalie after bullying her, maybe it was working.

Vainly trying to wriggle to her feet once more Diana only succeeded in causing the bag to roll itself and her onto its side, causing her to now be at eye level with Liliana. And as she stared into the tiny Pomeranians deep blue eyes, the dog turned its head and growled at her.

Diana's own expression shifted to match the dogs, as she protested, "Oh, come on. You know I need this stuff..."

Yet it only earned her another growl.

Diana not one to be mocked growled back. Yet deep down relented. "Oh, you never let me do anything I want."

One small yip... that was a yes.

Diana sighed, as she undid the straps, and stood up. "Okay fine. I'll take the backup." Then in a huff, she walked over to the door and swung it open to reveal a lighter-looking duffel bag. In a single motion she slung it over her shoulders, though stumbled as the weight hurled her backwards, only catching herself just in time. "Okay this has a change of clothes and first aid kit… though I don't have the sleeping arrangement, tent, fireplace and..." Diana trailed off as she walked past Liliana, as she huffed, scowling down at the dog in defiance. "I hope your happy."

Another small Yip: meaning yes.

Diana closed her eyes and blew a playful raspberry at her Pomeranian, as she stepped through the door, and walked out. But she turned around and smiled at her little puppy, "See you later cutie-wooty." She cried playfully, wiggling her fingers as she closed the door and was off.

Yet as the door shut there was a silence, soon to be interrupted by four heavy yips and a growl: which roughly translated to 'you locked me in your room you dolt.'

But Diana was gone.

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London Residence

"Mom, I'm going around Natalie's house... bye!"

Stacie London was rushing down the stairs. As heavy as a girl of her age was, she was fulled by two things – sugar and destiny. With two arms she leapt over the banisters and fell into a crouching position on the floor. Above her a shadow loomed, and that was when she saw her middle-aged father blocked the way, with his even mightier size. Holding out his pipe which was usually held in whatever mouth existed under his scraggily moustache he held out his hand to try and stop her. "Oh no you don't, young lady. I have had enough of this from your brot..." But the rather tubby girl wasn't listening as she grabbed the banister and pulled herself up swung up and around her father's considerable girth, over it bypassing him entirely. He could only manage a weak "Hey," before giving chase.

Stacie however sprinted as fast as her stubby fatty legs could carry her. Hopped up on the eleven sweets she had scoffed before leaving, she bolted through the kitchen spacious kitchen and to the 'unlocked' back door. Grabbing the small packed lunch her mother outheld hand, she waved to the dumpy smiling woman, even as her broad-shouldered father barrelled after her. Still as she dived for the back door, she could see her father luging to grab her. But his grasp failed to snatch her ankle and she grabbed reached for the latch pulling it open and rushing outside.

Grumbling on the floor the large frame of Mr London breathed out like an overly burly beached whale, before he managed to roll onto his back, staring up into the face of his loving wife. "I am getting too old for this," he grumbled, his moustache bristling. Still reading his wife's amused expression he could not help but give a disapproving but fatherly huff. "First the triplet, now Stacie... why do you encourage them?"

The dumpy woman merely smiled as she spoke softly and sweetly to her stern partner. "Because they need room to grow dear."

"I just wish they would grow in the safety of their own home," he said sulking.

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Leads Residence

The Sunlight lounge was an interesting place: a retro arcade and café located just outside the Everett Mall or its nearest street corner. It was a quaint little place invoking the 80's and 70's with its choice in games, plush booths for snaking on cheap but plentiful food, and keeping up with the latest arcade trends from out east. All the while offering the most modern and freeform cafe for anyone of all ages to be welcome and relax in the electronic beeping of its halls.

Owned by Robert Leads, Zeeve's brother, the two siblings lived together while their parents were away, and the back had been renovated into a sort of living area and kitchen: where they lived. Fairly modern and upper class, the look and feel of the place was very retro modern, with plush brightly coloured poofs and leather sofas, unusually decorative shelves that looked like modern art, and a glossy sideboard and freshly installed kitchen with those magnetic sliding draws.

However this evening the room was not filled with the usual sounds of yelling or gaming, as for the fifth time Zeeve was once more going over with his brother what he had been told.

"And they all want to turn into werewolves," Zeeve argued.

"Nuhuh," his brother grunted not really sounding interested.

"And they want me to watch them."

"Neat."

"Do they not realise how big of a decision that is?"

"Yeah big decision..."

"Its like they don't care what it could cost them!"

"Oh yeah… totally."

"And..." Zeeve popped up and looked at his older brother angrily, the six years between them clearly showing as he puffed out his boyish cheeks as he scowled at him. "Hey are you listening, Robert?"

His brother turned the page of the newspaper he was reading and sighed. "Yes, Zeeve. Your friends, wanting to be werewolves, they're not dangerous anymore, but your still concerned, because you can't openly admit you were wrong about being in my hunting club."

"Hey, I never said that last part!"

Robert smiled, "Yeah - but you were thinking it."

That last statement by Robert struck Zeeve, and for a moment he just sat there processing what he had been told. Yet soon enough Zeeve had begun pace back and forth, as he rambled on about his thoughts, "I just don't know what to do. I'm so confused on this. I mean, Natalie's a good friend and all, but how can I support her in this when I don't know how I feel this will work out?"

Robert who now managed to beat the boss of the level they had been playing, did not look up as he answered, in a calm and level headed way he did. "You've just gotta trust her aim in this," Robert stated.

Zeeve looked even more worried, as he asked, "But how?"

Robert let out a long sigh as he put down his paper and motioned for Zeeve to sit beside him. Though Zeeve did not come at once. "Listen, Zeeve," Robert began, "do you trust me... after everything I have done?"

Zeeve left eyebrow raised as he let out a short hard groan as if searching for a answer. As he lowered himself onto the couch, he seemed to have found one. "You're my big brother, of course I do. I mean it's not your fault -" The black-haired teen stopped as Richard raised his hand to silence him.

"Yes, yes," he stated with slightly pained words. "We both know the details... lets... let's not waste time." He opened his eyes and looked at his brother, "Zeeve, how do you trust me?" A statement that earned him a rather curious look from his younger sibling.

"Umm... I just do?"

Robert chuckled and nodded playfully punching his little brother on the arm. "Then do the same with your friends." And then went back to gaming.

Zeeve felt his mouth open as he began to say, "but you haven't done anything stupid... oh wait..." Now looking at the floor the normally passionate boy began to shuffle his feet against one another, as his big brother reached an arm around and hugged him.

"Look Zeeve, I will support you whatever you do. Just like you supported me whenever I have done something: it's what we do." He chuckled as Zeeve looked up at him with a sheepish smile. "Remember, little guy: we all live in this world together, one big giant dysfunctional family, every single person in the world. I care for you, and you care for me, and you need to care for your friends."

Zeeve however broke away from the hug his face pained, though it became a half smirk as he looked back at his brother, his voice full of sarcasm as he stated. "I ain't little!"

Robert smile however was as smarmy as ever, especially when he knew he had won over his little brother. "Why the short fuse," he then asked making his brothers eyes roll.

"Fuck you! I am going out," he half-heartedly yelled, slamming the door as he stormed out into the gathering summer dusk.

"Say hi to Natalie for me," Robert said coolly. As soon as he was gone the young man reached for his wallet and pulled out a crumpled-up piece of paper. There was a tall black-haired girl on it with violet eyes, wearing a blue apron and a long pony tail stretching down to the small on her back. Robert rubbed the photo smoothing it out as he sighed.

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Downside Orphanage

Night had long since settled across the city of Everett, the inky black canvas of the eternal field of stars resting high over the small town of the North West.

Downside Orphanage looked quite peaceful in the now cooling summer night. With its Grecian entrance, flanked by four white columns, the triangular roof above it cast heavier shadows in the late hours of the evening, lengthening them against the warm glow of the styled Victorian lanterns. Downside Orphanage was a old institution. Having been built as a library in the 1920's before the recession saw it sold off for public funds during the great recession. Having been added too over the years the old library front still held the idea of a centre of learning, but its facarde only sat on the front, as the sweeping wings to its left and right sides going backwards stood more in common with post war America, being squarer plainer and somewhat unfitting. Still from the front it was not noticeable and from the back it was hard to tell too. A contrast that became harder to notice once the housing block to the right and the office block to the left were built, in the seventies: stealing away what had once been a woodland view.

A library, now a place of refuge, two clashing styles, and originally built in the sunny farmland of old Everett: now doomed and swallowed by it.

It was a contrasting place, and a home that had sheltered thousands lost souls for the better part of fifty years.

Yet it was the contrast of the place which best represented two of its residents.

In the midst of the summer crickets chirping and distant barking of some late hour dog, it did not seem that any activity was stirring within the old halls of Downside, Yet at just a little past eleven a window slid open.

Facing the side connecting to the old housing estate, the light in the room remained dark, but two figures could be seen moving within the darkness. At first one head popped out of the window, and then beneath it another, the two looked in opposite directions and then the other, before one looked down and the other up: straight into each other's hidden eyes. A pair of white teeth flashed in the darkness and slowly out of the window crept a rope.

Well rope was a generous term. More a collection of bedsheets hastily tied by knots into a long-corded tangle of bunches, that even now was steadily being lowered towards the ground. One figure kept their eyes pointed out the window while the other fed it silently from within the room. It was slow, but steady and soon it came to rest just above a dumpster just bellow the window. And as it just touched it, the one closest to the window turned back to the other gave a thumbs up and spoke.

"I told you, Win. simplicity itself."

Win was the first to emerge. A young boy of diminutive height, of some five six in height and sixteen years of age, though many placed him closer to half that. He had a Chinese complexion, with almond eyes and a wide kind face. His jet-black hair was long, and would have grown in a great mop down his back had he not tied it into a ponytail very much like a wolf. His bangs though hung loose to his right, hanging down and brushing against his green T shirt.

He approached the window ledge and crawled onto it awkwardly as he looked back at his fellow, as his sneakers and black jeans tightened against the corded bed sheets as he whispered. "Wan, this is too simple someone will hear us."

Wan arms reached out and as he pushed his twin by the shoulders to force him to go down, he whispered, though more loudly than his identical brother. "Just get moving."

Wan, was like Win. Of Chinese descent he shared the same height, the same face, even the same hair: though his jet-black hair hung loosely to the left rather than the right. The only major difference, beside the green jacket he wore, with White shirt was his much scrawnier frame. A frame that made him look almost anorexic his skin clung so tightly to his shadow cast ribs.

He was so weak his push did nothing to his already scrawny brother, though Win did not push back and began to descend the 'rope' to the closed dumpster bellow. Wan cracked a smile as Win reached the bottom and gave a thumbs up.

"What did I tell you, Win?"

Win eyelids narrowed and his expression lengthened as he avoided answering until his anorexic twin was out safe and sound. "Just get down here. And watch yourself, you fall, your bones aren't going to hold."

Wan who had now twice checked the fastening to the bed came back to the window and gingerly climbed out. He was taking his time and was more sliding down, then the award climbing that Win had performed. Yet as he got closer one of the knots became loose and soom slipped away, sending Wan down… though only for about a foot. He landed with a loud clang and muffled "ow," as his hands clasped over his mouth to muffle his scream. For but a moment the pair dared to wonder if they would be discovered, but as the barking of the dog three roads over continued, they felt they were in the clear.

And again Wan flashed his brother a smile, to which Win nervously smiled back.

"You okay, man?" Win asked.

"Y-yeah… just an ache in the leg. Likely nothing. Though hopefully… N-Natalie's little plan… w-will help with that." Wan then crawled off the dumpster, straightened up and slapped his brother on the back. "Still mission accomplished."

Win shook his head, while smirking too, "Not yet. We still need to get to the rendezvous."

"And once we do, you'll be the first of us to get b-bitten," Wan panted. "You need it more than I do."

Wan's drawn expression soon broke into a smirk as he rolled his eyes, before looking up and down the alley before asking. "Which way was it again?"

Wan indifferent shrug was all the answer Win needed, but as usual his bother followed it up., "You're the one with the map. You tell me."

And all at once Win's eyes drifted up the now broken tangle of bed sheets back to their room on the third floor. And his mouth went dry

"I thought you were the one with the map?" He asked.

"No, no, no," his brother said shaking his head as he whispered. "I would get the change of clothes and you would get the map we agreed on it remember."

"No. You see I told you my bag is bigger than yours so I would hold more clothes." Win opened his bag to reveal the stack of clothing and frowned at his brother, only to then notice Wan rucksack on his frail back.

"Oh no," they said together as they looked back up at their dormitory window. "Dibs not me," they then said at the exact same time. "Hey" they then both cried, "you're the one who forgot it," they then declared angrily as they grabbed each other by the scruff of their shirts, as their temper and sibling rivalry flared.

"Will you two shut up," a third voice from overhead called in a rather disgruntled fashion.

"Oh no…" Win mouthed as he dared not look up.

"It's Ori." Wan heaved as his eyes were cast upwards towards the window just left of theirs.

Together the two brothers turned to stare up at a scowling face hidden in shadow, now looking down at the pair from up high. The two brothers blood ran cold as they realised, they had awoken the toughest boy in the dorms. Ori Challenger.

Although they could not see his face, Ori glowered down at the pair. His brown eyes coolly inspected them through the darkness, as his white hair caught what little light them was highlighting him in the late summer night. He did not seem pleased or happy, though they could only tell from his deceptively effeminate voice, which snarled its words at them though dreary sleep. He scowled at them and then went back inside and the two brothers froze.

Was he going to tell?

Ten seconds later there was a bang, from their room and from out the window flew a ordnance survey map, which promptly struck Win on the head. Ori's own head soon emerged from their room, and while they could not see his face, they could still feel his eyes on them like red hot pokers.

"Here's your map, you dolts." He said darkly through hazy sleep. "Now you better piss off, or else. I am trying to sleep."

The two brothers exchanged glances and then promptly nodded at Ori Challenger and began to hurry off. As like the rest of the students in the orphanage, nobody wanted to find out what happened 'Or else meant.'

Once they were out of the alley and a good block away, Win turned to his brother breathed a sigh of relief. "God he is scary. The way he talks makes you think he would skin you like Mickey Mouse."

Wan just looked at his brother like he had just grown a third head. "Mickey Mouse?" His confusion wavered as he brushed it off. "Still don't mind Ori, Win. Once we get to Natalie, you could handle Ori in any way imaginable."

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Later On

Ever since the attack on a young boy in the nearby woods had arisen, the summer campgrounds outside of Everett had been all but abandoned, as rumours of wolves kind of made everyone a bit nervous. Although there weren't any wolves present, but everyone was going to different camping locations nonetheless. Yet their loss, was their gain, as it was perfect for Ashley and Natalie. The blonde sisters walked in the camp clearing, surrounded by miles upon miles of thick trees, only the faint noises of the nature to accompany them. Deep within the forest, there were hills, nature trails, a river stream that seemed to go straight into the mountain. Even places where the roots dug out of the earth to make excellent hiding places. It was like if Middle Earth and Fern Gully had a child… this place would be it.

And for Natalie, her smirk only grew larger, and larger, knowing it wouldn't be far from the factory she had selected to meet up later on with the others.

"Impressed," Ashley then asked as her own sly grin flashed, as she began to sit down on a nearby overturned log.

Natalie snapped back to reality as she was caught off guard. "Huh?"

"Your smile. I mean I am sure they could see that from Seattle," Her sister then said as she tilted her head up and began to look through the clearings canopy and up into the field of stars. She took in a long deep breath as she began to smile at the stars as they twinkled down at her. "You know, it's been a long time since you and me just hung out," Ashley then admitted, turning back and directing her smile at her sister.

Natalie giggled, "I guess you've been just busy with being a superhero." Ashley smiled but looked away, almost looking a little sad. Natalie in turn walked over and dropped onto the log beside her.

Yet Ashley could see her sisters' eyes dart away. "Um, sis... are you okay?"

Natalie froze as she felt Ashley's limber toned arm wrap around her shoulder and she was pulled into a small hug. While tight Natalie also knew her sister likely now had the strength to snap her in two: though that wasn't what was bothering her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, keeping the hug for just a moment longer.

Breaking the hug, the two sisters sat in the clearing as Ashley began to start lighting a fire. Natalie was impressed as smoke began to rise from the pile of sticks and kindling. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"You learn a thing or two when you're a werewolf," she explained, bending forward to blow gently over the growing embers.

The sudden crack of wood as they caught alight made Natalie jump, and as a small fire appeared and the smoke began to turn into yellow flames, Natalie let out a content sigh. 'This is nice.'

Ashley, turning back to her sister she smiled, "So we have a few minutes, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I have this big question that's been nagging me at the back of my skull," Natalie replied.

Ashley arched an eyebrow, as she crossed her legs and leaned on them, "Yes, what is it?"

Natalie took a deep breath, and then finally asked, "Who's your boyfriend? Peter... or Derek?"

"What... I mean... what do you mean," Ashley said, disarmed by the sudden directness of the question.

"I mean, I remember you and Peter being such good friends... and well he is Alpha, isn't he," she sniggered looking up as her sister began to rub her eyelids. "Oh, come on. I know you were checking up on him. Remember after he got attacked here, years back, and you went to go see him... or when after that, you began asking me about werewolves." She teased stepping up onto the log to begin shaking her sisters shoulder to get Ashley to look at her. "I mean, he is pretty cute. And as a werewolf, he is so hot... or at least that's what you say."

"What!?" Ashley head finally snapped back to look at her sister. "I have never said that!"

Natalie giggled "You did. Remember I go into your room while you sleep to get your DVD's."

Ashley frowned; she had told Natalie to stop doing that. 'Still..." she thought trailing off. "Your point being."

"You whisper his name while you sleep," Natalie giggled sticking out her tonged. "Derek too - Although you also talk about him a lot more while you're awake."

With a strong huff, Natalie tilted her head back in her grand way of dismissing something, or someone. "You mean whine. He is insufferable."

"That's not what I detect from your voice," Natalie stated, as she bounced up and down on the log. "You say that half the time, but at times you also say he's considerate when it comes to his friends. Even you."

"What are you talking about," Ashley asked, not sure of where this was going.

"The first time when you found out he was a werewolf, he let you take his bed, while he slept on the couch." Natalie told her sister. "And then there was the second time when he and Rebecca were treating your wounds from that liquid silver. He let you sleep in and made you breakfast."

"S-so what? Megan does that too," Ashely stuttered, not liking where this was going.

Natalie knew that this was getting to her sister, and decided to push onward, as she finished, "Yeah, but in Megan's defence, you didn't strip down and use your body heat to warm her up when you were both nearly frozen to death."

Ashley's face was turning red, as she freaked out from this sudden flow of info on her private moments with Derek, "How do you know all this!?"

Natalie tapped her nose, "as I 'aid sis, you talk in your slee'" Natalie grabbed her voice and coughed. "Ow..."

"Your voice is still breaking again?"

Natalie nodded as she shook her head, "Why does this keep happening? I am like sixteen!"

"Well, you just turned sixteen," Ashley pointed out.

That answer didn't really make Natalie feel any better, as she looked at her eighteen-year-old sister and recalled, what she was like at her age. Compared to her Natalie was a runt. "Was it like this for you when you got older?" To which Ashley nodded.

"Yeeeaaahhh…" Ashley moved her manicured hand side to side, as her expression stretched out as much as the thought of the best way to answer. "I matured faster than you, but back when I was younger than you, I was barely even considered a beauty," Ashely admitted. "I had a high squeaky voice, and a surfboard of a body. But as I got older… Boom! I sound similar to Dove Cameron." She then stood up, and struck a pose, "And this hourglass figure molds out any dress."

Natalie's eyes sparked, "Do you think when I change, I'll get a figure like that?"

Ashely thought about it, "Ehhh… unlikely. Some girls see some bigger changes than others. Kylie got a bust increase but not by much. Though Peter's grandfather has said the virus mutates with each new lycan. My strain is apparently pretty potent, as you saw what it did for Megan."

To which Natalie giggled. "I wondered why she suddenly wanted to have a plunging neckline to her uniform."

"Yes well, that was an accident with her washing my clothes, really should have seen that coming. Still, I am unsure what a direct bite would do: as I haven't bitten anyone yet," Ashley answered. An answer which caused Natalie's sixteen-year old sister cheeks to blush.

"So, what your saying is… I-I'm your first?"

"What no… ewww, why are you saying it like that," Ashley squirmed, her whole-body shivering head to toe: which got Natalie to howl with laughter.

Still the teasing sister that she was, Natalie reached over and hugged her sister, snuggling between her chest. "This is going to be awesome!"

Ashley suddenly felt a twinge, and her eyes then turned up to the moon. She felt its power over her reach its zenith and as if it was calling to her, the young superheroine rose to her feet, as she smiled. "I think... it's time."

Natalie pulled away, as she hopped up away from the fire, "Alright! Let's do it!"

For a while the two sisters just stood there, locked in each other's arms.

But then…

From over the top of the trees the silvery light began to creep in. Its glow began to slowly move across the woodland floor, illuminating the tree tops and bathing the area with a soft cool warmth. Natalie shook with anticipation as she began to wait for what would happen next, she had often dreamed of what it would feel like, what it would look like to her when the moon would come into view. Would it empower her? Or rather would it burn her to the point she could not move? Would it be painful... or pleasurable? Fast or slow? How would she feel at the end? So many questions for the young teen as she began to bounce up and down on the balls of her feet.

"It's coming!" Her hushed voice whispered, the excitement evident as Ashley patted her blonde hair and with a smile.

"Welcome to a world of new light Natalie."

And then the milky white shape of the moon came fully into view.

Natalie smiled, as she stopped and looked at it. 'Yes, change me, empower me, make me a werewolf,' she thought to herself as she closed her eyes, welcoming the moons embrace.

But yet nothing.

Opening one eye, and then the other them Natalie looked at the moon and tilted her head to one side, and then the other. After half a minute she began to tap her foot, as the silver orb did nothing: in fact, she didn't really feel any different when she had been with Ashley five minutes ago. Maybe a little warmer, more excited maybe, she considered, but nothing really special was happening. If anything, the moon was just being a big dumb rock.

"Ashley, I don't feel a whole lot..."

Her sister stared back, her eyes glowing yellow. "Yes Natalie," she replied as she grunted, small tuffs of white fur beginning to cluster around her face.

"Umm... Nothing Ashley," Natalie murmured as her sisters body seemed to lengthen, "I am just feeling a little hot," she muttered as she began to pull at her collar. 'Wow I know its August but this hot at night?'

"Natalie?"

The small blonde girl looked at her sister and blinked, "Its nothing. I am just... wow... god... was it always so warm?" She calmly looking around for the source of the intensely growing warmth that felt like the sun was currently hitting her skin.

Ashley however could only smile as Natalie turned her head back to look up at the moon, her eyes suddenly glazing over, as she began to see it in a whole new way.

It was hard to describe the sensation – Natalie's gaze fell upon the glowing orb that was the moon, its light awash over her skin. But if anything, it felt like the sun, only its rays were cooler and more gentle than harsh and blazing heat of the summer. The white light beamed upon them like it was a cleansing bath of light.

Ashley arched her back, as her flashed brighter till her pupils faded from view. "Here, it comes," she stated, as she began to undress herself, exposing her chest, and the tuffs of yellow and white hair that had begun to spread down her neck.

Natalie did not seem to have heard, and had taken on a glazed expression as she seemed completely ignorant of Ashley as she was overcome by a faint tingling feeling that was slowly crawling all over her skin. Her mind focused upon on the silver orb in the sky.

All at once, Natalie lurched forward as, he muscles spasmed, her legs moving in different directions and her torso twisting oddly as the itches became a sudden storm. Yet try as she might to steady herself, she had only a momentary pause. Another lurch struck Natalie as she was thrown forward as her chest suddenly exploded in size along with her spine. Her dress seemed to rip horizontally as well as vertically. Tears splitting the dress straight down the middle, as her chest started to outstretch the meagre clothes, only to be torn again as her torso lengthened, the garment splitting in two across the abdomen. Yet as the garments tore apart there was a twang as the meager bra Natalie wore was thrown free, and her breasts stood out firmly on display. "Argh! My chest! My chest is on fire!" With one arm Natalie seized what was left of the top part of her dress and tore it free, as if to make room for her budding orbs which began to swell forwards.

True Natalie always had been rather undeveloped in the chest department, but now that was about to change. They grew, but only by so much, going from mere pin pricks to small apples in but a moment. Though it was her torso which had largely defeated her dress, leaving her now barely clothes.

Now clad only in her sleeve gloves, tattered lower half of her dress and the stockings and shoes she panted as her now growing form grew again, and she arched her back panting in the light of the full moon.

Ashley was already through most of her own transformation. She had kicked off her shoes, as her feet became elongated and dog-like. She cast a look at her sister and had to wonder, while hair began to spread down her legs and towards her feet, "Why is it always the boobs?" While her own moved up a cup size and then another too.

Though for Natalie this was a less than casual experience. The first transformation always was.

Heat, unyielding heat began to build up within Natalie's swelling frame. She felt like she had been stuck into a furnace and every part of her body inside and out was now slowly being boiled away. Indeed, this was a rather apt description as when the girl looked down at her arms and legs she could see her skin begin to writhe and crawl as the muscles moved of its own accord. It was like feeling cardboard being torn apart, as the muscles ripped and teared, then re-joined and tore again, in an endless cycle. She watched with wide, tear filled eyes as she marvelled as her forearms grew more refined, and her arms gained small mounds of feminine biceps that now began to quake with newly acquired strength. Her legs burned as they stretched, the bones within them elongating and deforming, as the muscles around them became more refined,, powerful yet remaining perfectly shaped.

And all the while she began to grow. She could not help but bend over into a fettle position as her lengthening legs pushed her higher off the forest floor.

"Try to think of it as growing pains," Ashley suggested in a firm voice, remembering the same advice Peter had given her and the rest of the pack members when they had turned.

"This is NOTHING like GROWING PAINS ASHLEYYYYYYYRRRRRR!" Natalie screeched out, as she began to let out a throaty growl.

By this point Natalie was screaming in pain, as she attempted to stifle her yells only to choke and splutter as she tied to control her tortured voice.

Yet by now Natalie's body seemed so weird and elongated. With a swelling torso, and overly long legs. Her body seemed to be mismatched and misshapen. Yet as she cried in pain again throwing her head back to stare up at the moon Natalie's arm lurched out to her side as it became thin and elongated like someone had run it through a pair of rollers, before her other arm joined in suit. Still the weird growth did not stop there as Natalie's torso grew again too, although more steadily as Natalie's body lengthened out to join her arms and became more proportional to match her legs. And yet this was only the beginning.

Yet this was not how transformations went, and Ashley paused as she rolled her snout, licking her fangs to see if they were all there. Yet as she looked at her sister she leaned back as her mind raced. "Well this is odd," Ashley commented now looking at the heaving and exhausted Natalie, inspecting what was now a amazonian body of a werewolf, yet without a ounce of hair. "By now fur should have come in, but right now you still look…"

"Arrrrghhhh!"

Ashley's comment cut off as Natalie's waist pinched inwards and her hips cracked and reformed. The muscle on her stomach swelled giving her a toned abdomen of a runner, and the waistline of a model. Ashley instinctively felt hers, wondering if her sister was thinner than her. But the shook it off as she managed to breath out. "You s-still look… umm… human…?"

As Ashley pondered this, Natalie grabbed her hands as her fingernails cracked and splintered being eviscerated while blood spilled from their hands tricking down as the first signs of her long claws began to push their way through. By this point the young wannabe werewolf was howling in pain, and not like a wolf: thinking had become impossible and her heavy laboured panting was always cut off by her own shrieks of terror as her bones now began audibly snap and twist. Indeed, she was once again growing as her frame slowly began to push outwards, as Natalie managed to stand up her fists clenching and unclenching as her spine and legs shot upwards while slowly her peach-coloured skin began to gain soft noticeable hairs. Now she was growing her fur colour, which was concentrating and spreading from her back and shoulders. Natalie huffed and puffed, sweat pouring down her skin, as she looked down at her chest, rubbing her hands over the pure snow-white fur that gradually changed to a bright vibrant yellow as it spread away towards her arms: it was almost identical to her sister's which caused her to smile as she began to feel the itching sensation of its growth crawl up her neck.

"Hey, why does she have the same coat as mine," a rather puzzled and almost finished transforming Ashley asked herself.

Natalie though suddenly shot up another few inches, again. Though this time it came form a different sort. Natalie cries of pain were deafening as every bone in her legs shattered!

Ashley could hear the audible snap, and could see the now impossibly tight shoes explode. Bits of cloth and leather flew everywhere as her feet lengthened and stretched, with the balls forming a wolf like foot, and the heel stretching up to the calf to form a canine like ankle. This deforming of the leg forced her up another few inches, now firmly in the height of a full werewolf.

This coupled with how she was now twisting her head from side-to-side growling as it stretched out, her jaw and skull cracking as it reformed, showed that her transformation was almost complete.

Only with a loud POP did the nub of the tail appear at the base of her spine, the bones stretching out into a long blonde tail with a white tuff of fur at the end. Still as the fur spread it soon began to spread up her neck and onto her face, encasing what was a average sized muzzle, but one that was impossibly sleek.

And with a final gasp and a clawed hand, with black pads over the palm reaching up to the room, Natalie breathed out and allowed herself to collapse upon the woodland floor.

Ashley, now fully transformed, walked over to her not-so-little sister again, as she gently held her in a sitting position in her arms, "Natalie? Sweetie? You okay?"

Natalie was coming to, she could now feel every tiny detail about herself: the millions of little hairs now all over her body blew gently in the wind, whose coldness no longer affected her. She could slowly begin to feel the power within grow as she slowly tried to get to her feet and as she did she felt a rush of energy like she had never felt causing her to stumble back. Her sister however caught her and gently raised the new werewolf up who finally opened her own bright yellow eyes and smiled at her sister, finding it coolly weird how her new mouth behaved.

"Hey, Ashley,," she managed to cough, still tasting an odd sensation of copper and blood in her own mouth.

Ashley however simply looked down at her sister and brought her into a long tender hug, then pulled her away to see her sister's new body.

At six foot six, there was a clear difference between Natalie and her old self. No longer her old stickish self, what had emerged was her true self, her lycan self. A sixteen-year-old slender female werewolf stood proudly before her adult lycan sister, on long slender legs, with thighs of a dancer, and the feet of a wolf. These dominated much of her body, going on and on, rolling smoothly into a trim athletic waist that shot sharply inwards into what would be a normal wait for a human, but for the now amazonian Natalie was impossibly thin. Her abs could just be seen crowning her narrow waist beneath her soft yellow fur which rolled up to her perky but small , which was now a full on breasts rather than the mosquito bites Natalie had, had but 10 minutes ago.

With nerves spreading across her sleek but cutely short muzzle, Natalie, hand graced the side of her face, as the other now clawed fingers along the bushy yellow tail, her eyes now wide as her whole mind too in all the changes to her.

"I'm tall!" she cried spinning on the spot trying to see her tail. "I'm fit," she cried turning her toned forearms over, looking at how the yellow and white fur complimented one another to bring out the muscles bellow in a feminine way. "I'm…" she paused as a hand gripped the palm filling pert apples, before her other reached around to cup the much larger and equally toned athletic butt. "Mmm… wow…"

Ashley just rolled her eyes as she noticed the similarity between her sister's fur coat and her own. "Huh. Guess you and I share more in Lycan form," she said, nodding to Natalie, who looked down, and inspected her form more closely.

Her Lycan form was much like her sister's in fur colour: yellow blonde and white. She had a white fur underbelly on her face, neck, chest, arms and legs, along with a white tip on her tail. Her yellow fur was shown on her ears, hair, sides of her neck, shoulders that ended at triangular points, with triangular patches on her forearms, and yellow fur going down her back and butt, with yellow on the outer parts of her thighs and ending at points on the sides of her knees, a yellow triangular patch on her lower legs, and a yellow tail, which swished around her happily. If it wasn't for the fact Ashley hair was much longer, and her chest almost twice the size of her sisters, she swore people would have a hard time telling them apart. Well unless they stood next to each other or spotted them from behined… Ashley leaned around to peer at Natalie's arse, and then inspected her own.

A twinge of jealousy washed over Ashley, and she was just glad she still had a few inches in height.

"Wow..." Natalie breathed, still enthralled with her new form, as she now stared at the black pads on her clawed hands, clenching and unclenching them in quick succession. "Woah my voice," she cried her hand going to her throat, realising that it had suddenly changed. Indeed, it had gone from its high and squeaky tone to a level, but cheerful tone with a firm confidence behind it. Natalie grin grew even winder across her snout as she began to test it out with different pitches. "Wow... is this my voice... this is my voice... this is my voice... hey Ashley check out my voice!"

Ashley chuckled, "Yeah, being bigger does that. So what do you want to do now, my teen wolf sister?"

Natalie stood up and looked towards the tree line and felt something, something old but primal call to her. "Run," she said with a firm voice.

Instantly she was off, running on two legs as she sped forward at an amazing speed.

However, Ashley leapt forward, and suddenly ran on all fours, going faster. Immediately the older werewolf sped past her, as she left Natalie in the dust.

"Hey," Natalie called as she vainly tried to keep up, finding herself stumble and fall over the a fallen log or branch. Still, she caught herself, kept running and tried to lower herself onto all fours: and for a second it worked. Until her hand snagged on a root and she tumbled head over heels landing on her new bottom and tail. "Ow, ow ow!"

Ashely heard the yelps, and skidded to a halt on all fours, standing up to her full effeminate lycan glory. She then ran back to meet with her sister, as she knelt down, cradling her sister's shoulders, "Hey? You okay?"

Natalie groaned, "Yeah, I just crashed on my butt. Ow."

Ashley chuckled, "Yeah, that happens to newbies like you. Peter found that out the hard way when he first changed. Of course, he couldn't get used to walking on the balls of his feet. Especially when he was trying to get down the stairs in his own home."

Natalie blinked, "Really? What happened?"

"He stumbled and fell much like you did. Only he crashed with his back to the door and his tail in his face," Ashley explained, as she chuckled.

Natalie laughed, "awww that's so cute," she said gushing as she covered her mouth and let a small sequel of oy leave her lips.

Ashley blinked as she saw this, while her sister looked more lycan, she was still the same girl she was before.

"Mind showing me the basics sis," Natalie then asked snapping her sister back to reality.

Ashley stood up, as she helped Natalie up as well, and smirked, "Well then, where would you like to start?"

---

30 Minutes Later

The two sisters were lying on their back, arms and legs sprawled out in a heap. Not too far from them were a few deer carcasses, of which they hunted together and devoured. Natalie had a knack for it, as did Ashley to which the two smiled at their amazing adaptation to being werewolves. Though Ashley never would have guessed that Natalie would help them catch five deer or more. But for now, the two were smiling, looking up at the night starry skies, with their chests heaving up and down, their breath visible due to the cold air.

Ashley looked upward, seeing Natalie's head, as she asked, "So… after practicing running on all fours, hunting, and stuffing yourself silly… how do you feel, Nat?"

Natalie looked to her sister with her yellow eyes, and then up at the night sky, smiling, "I feel like a wolf."

However, the night skies suddenly reminded Natalie of what was to come. She bolted right up, as she scampered to the skins. Ashley arched an eyebrow, as she looked to Natalie gathering the skins.

She got up in a kneeling positing with her hands resting forward, and arched an eyebrow, asking, "Natalie, what's wrong?"

"Umm... well I kinda wanted to... you know see the wood for myself tonight?" glancing towards the wood Natalie went to bite her lip, but found that rather painful with her new fangs. "Ow!"

Ashley shook her head and sighed, "you want to go off? Now?"

Natalie nodded, but quickly saw her sister's expression of disapproval as she rubbed her eyes.

"Hey you said Peter managed to survive out in the woods on his own."

"Yeah, that's true," Ashley said, arching an eyebrow at this situation.

Natalie dropped the last hunk of deer meat, as she clasped her hands in front, "So I was wondering if I could practice being on my own. I mean, it's been great hanging out with you like this, but at times, you know… a wolf's gotta run on its own." She bowed her head, as she pleaded, "Pretty please? I promise I won't get into any trouble. And I'll crash over at either Diana or Stacie's place. They know all about the werewolf stuff, and they'll cover for me the whole night. Please?"

Ashley stood up, as she crossed her arms on this, and arched an eyebrow. She could sense there was something Natalie was keeping from her. But deciding that Natalie could go for some alone time, she sighed, and smiled, "Okay, but no funny business, okay? And no wandering off into town. The last thing you want is to make yourself known too soo…"

Suddenly, Natalie glomped on her sister, as she squealed, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise, I'll phone you first thing in the morning."

Ashley and her sat up, as she stated, "I'll tell Dad that you left early to go play with your friends this weekend. That way, mom and dad won't lose it when they find you gone, okay?"

Natalie nodded, as she quickly gathered some of the meat within the dried skins, tying them around her back and neck like a backpack, and sped off on all fours, crying out, "I'll see you tomorrow. AAAAAROOOOOOOOOOOO!" She howled, disappearing into the night, leaving the eighteen-year-old blonde werewolf to watch her little sister go.

Ashley sighed, "Why do I have the feeling she's not telling me the whole thing?"

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Elsewhere

Red Coat Pain Factory

Current Status – Condemned

Red Coat Paints had been a family business for three generations. Decades of workers had come and gone from this facility, manufacturing paint to be used all over the state, and had made a small name for itself at the height of its influence. But those days were long since gone. A mixture of bad business choices and lack of modernisation had led to the family factory falling on hard times, and by the 1990's the family had filed for bankruptcy and closed its factory up for the last time. Alone, the four-story building had remained disused for almost ten years, standing as a monument in the lower old town of Everett of a period when it was once the heart of the cities industrial machine. But just like the slums sitting on the outskirts of the southern side of coastal town of Everett it was a dilapidated relic that was now only picked over by the desperate or the stupid. And with the death of its previous owner, it had been bought out in a renovation deal by Bio-tech Corp, making it off limit to the public, but an excellent place for a young trillionaires daughter to start up her new 'club.'

It was a warm night, but the cool night air still caused the twins Win and Wan to shiver as they approached the entrance. The pair, in their rush to leave, had forgotten their coats or anything warm, and as such Win had taken to wearing the spare checkered shirt, he had set aside for himself after all this was done. It was a rather comical sight as the pair ducked under the gap in the rust covered metallic fence, the duo ignoring the three keep out signs as they approached the back door, and its faded red fire exit. Both of them nervously looking at one another.

"You sure this is the right place," Win asked his identical twin, as they both looked down at their shared map.

"Pretty sure. Its big enough to be what Natalie and Diana mentioned..." Wan looked up and scratched his black hair as he walked towards the door, its blue paint flaking off as the word 'trespassers will be prosecuted,' was pasted across it in hasty yellow paint. Wan looked at his brother as he stepped up. "God, you think we were entering a prison complex," he commented as he jabbed a thumb at the sign. He then made sure to get a good grip at the edge of the door and gave it a almighty tug: but try as he might but the rusting red slab of metal wouldn't budge under the weight of his noodle like arms.

Win shook his head, "I think its locked," he said approaching to pull his brother away, but stepped back as his brother let out a sharp yell of pain.

"Ow... I cut myself," he winged looking at his finger as a trickle of blood dripped from it, the brother stepping forward to take a look.

"What's that orange stuff," he asked spotting some form of slime around the cut.

Win looked it and began to shake his finger in disgust "what eww, yuck! Is it infected?"

"Probably," came a familiar voice, causing the two brothers to turn around and see Zeeve. The dark haired teen, who leaned against the wall near a sign reading 'cargo loading bay.' He narrowed his cool blue eyes and shook his head as he watched the pair stare back at him like a pair of puppies caught doing something they shouldn't. Moving to turn away and hiding his Star Wars T-shirt he waved for them to follow. "This way."

The twins entered the facility, as they followed Zeeve,

With a sharp kick to one of the nearby shutters, Zeeve opened the way for the two diminutive pack wannabes, who wandered in behined their grumpy leader. Wan though shook his injured hand as he trailed at the back, holding off from sucking his thumb as his eyes lingered on the ooze. Once they got inside both the twins had to stop and gorp: the duo didn't actually imagine the place being that big. Inside were miles of conveyer belts that went this, that way and the other. A door leading to the basement sector was clearly marked, and the loading area they were standing it must have once housed dozens of the metallic containers, if the lone rusting example was any indication to the idea. The place was pretty big for a paint factory. Robotic arms and devices were bolted to the floor or to the walls, a large generator sat at the far end which would not have seemed out of place at a power plant: Win also swore that he could see an industrial crane hidden amongst a collapsed roof section at the far end, leading to who knows where. Needless to say, the place was vast, and they were only on the ground level, and if the rickety gantries above them where any indication there were another three stories above that.

"Right," Zeeve said bluntly. "Just dump your bags anywhere," before he made his way towards a wall and reached down to his belt and withdrew a can of spray paint, and began to get to work.

For the moment the pair of twins paused as they stared at each other and then back to Zeeve, their expression shifted between confusion and curiosity, while Wan's became one of mild discomfort as the pain in his finger played up again.

"Oh, and don't worry about that cut: if you turn into a werewolf, I doubt it would matter," Zeeve coolly explained, slowly starting to create a large green smudge of the wall with a green can.

Still it broke the ice, and now the shock had worn off Wan and begun to wander around the large facility. "So, are we the only ones here now?"

To which Zeeve gave a quick somewhat bored. "Probably," Before he turned back to face the twins, waving the paint can in his free hand as he articulated, "I mean this place can make a lot of echoes," he explained as a dark shadow began to draw up behind him, "I mean we would hear anyone coming if they even tried to sneak in." And yet behined him loomed the dark shadow as it grew larger and larger, its arm raised high as it stepped forward out of the darkness.

"SURPRISE!"

Like a storm of orange and far, Stacie leapt from the shade, her hands held high over Zeeve as if to try and look scarier. A wide grin spread from ear to ear on her chubby, but cute face as the twins leapt back in shock bewildered, while Zeeve expression remained blank as ever.

Unimpressed, he shifted his head to look Stacie in the eye, who kept her mad staring grin fixed upon him, waiting for him to respond with an energetic glee.

She wasn't ready when Zeeve punched her in the face.

Sent flying she held her hands over her small cute nose, the rather large girl rolling around on the ground winning to herself, while Zee rolled his eyes. "Oh, sorry, Stacie," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "You scared me."

Win and Wan however were in shock, "You just hit a girl." They said in unison, Win pointing as if to make a point.

Zeeve glanced back and forth between the gobsmacked twins and the now moaning Stacie, before once again turning back to the twins. "So, I have." He said with his aggravation becoming more noticeable.

"You can't do that," Win said in almost terror.

"Equal rights," Zeeve justified with a noncommittal shrug. "Plus, this is the twelfth time this month she has done that: never mind how many times this year." He glanced back down at Stacie who had gone from moaning back to grinning, as the ginger haired girl supressed a laugh, as Zeeve just sighed. "Seriously, Stacie, you have to get better."

"I try to tell her, but she doesn't listen."

Now appearing beside the pair, Diana emerged from out of the dark dragging not just her backpack, but also Stacie's. "She refuses to take any direction," the platinum blonde explained as she dropped her backpack, and Stacie's in a heap, and groaned. "You know you could have taken your backpack with you, Stacie. Instead, you make me into a glorified bell-girl."

"What?" Stacie grinned, "I couldn't sneak with it on."

Win graciously walked forward and without a word the pairs back packs, as he placed them to the side, "So is this everyone, or are there more to come?"

Zeeve shook his head. "No, it's just us five."

To which Wan laid down uncomfortably on the conveyer belt, as he shifted around trying to find a comfier spot. "You know, we should have brought some pillows or bean bags with us. Didn't know there wouldn't be any furniture to lay on at this point."

Win then sat down Indian style on the ground by his brothers' feet, as he asked, "So when will our esteemed host be arriving?" He corrected himself, as he stated, "I'm not being impatient, I'm just curious as to how long this will be before she's…"

There was a creek of rusted metal, which was loud enough to silence Win's absent loud thought. Zeeve was the first to react, as he looked up, and saw through the skylight above them, a shadowed silhouette painted against a moonlit sky. The figure was tall, with a slim figure, but seemed much thiner than any human had any business being too. The long tail wagged in the moonlight, as Zeeve spoke aloud his thoughts as he mused.

"Hi Natalie." He muttered.

Diana however froze, as she edged back towards the shadow. "Are you sure it is her? And what is that hump she has on her back?"

In a blur of motion Natalie hopped from her spot, shocking everyone's in a single move she performed a magnificent backflip from upon high. Landing on one platform, her lupine feet barely touched the ground before she leaped to another platform and another. Each time she dropped lower and lower, as overhead she performed a graceful leap to far for any human to accomplish. Meanwhile bellow her friends stared in awe, until she made a superhero landing in front of them: hitting the ground with a thud: showcasing five deer furs freshly pelted strapped to her back. She stood up, as she dropped the furs, and showcased her new Lycan form to them all, as she placed her hands on her hips.

There before them stood a true testament to all their hopes and dreams. A Lycan, tall and proud, rising to her full height atop her digitigrade feet. Long slender legs, like those of a dancer and gymnast extended from the knees, forming a thick luscious pair, coated in a thin layer of yellow and white hair. The perfect frame extended to over the gently rolling hips and almost impossibly thin waist. For her size, the creature would seem daintily from a distance, but as she towered over the teens, her lupine features twisting into a smile, the group could not help be in awe.

Natalie had arrived.

With a slight tilt to her hips, and winked at Zeeve, she spun around causing her tail to swish through the air as if to claim the space around her as hers. She then smirked at the open jaws of everyone but Zeeve, as in a warm confident tone which sounded like Natalie only deeper and more sultry she asked. "Miss me?"

Zeeve could only drag out two words, "H-holy crap." As he leaned to get a better view of Natalie's profile, his eyes lingering on her arse, hidden beneath her tail.

Diana face turned into a scowl at Zeeve's words. "Must you use such revolting language?" Only for her to miss Zeeve's enraptured gawking as she too became lost in her angle on the gently swaying blonde tail, and its pure white tip and how it just flattered that the perfect spheres positioned just above Natalie's long runner like legs.

"Deal with it, ice queen," Zeeve snapped back," as he shook his bewilderment, and crossed his arms, hoping nobody saw him. "Umm, Natalie? That you?"

Natalie ditched the sexy pose, and jumped for joy, as with a clap of her clawed hands she twirled around for the five to get a better look, "Teeheehee, yeah, it's me, Zeeve!" She then stopped, as she looked to everyone, and asked the question that had been on her mind. "So, what do ya think, everyone? I look cool and sexy or what?"

Stacie and Diana were on her in an instant: both glomping her to the floor, or trying too anyway. Instead, they slammed into her gut, which only caused her to take a single step back, even as they looked up at her and quickly began to examine her new body. Stacie was climbing up her back and poking her fingers in Natalie's mouth, the rather large girl wrapping her arm around her neck, before eventually playing with Natalie's ears. Diana meanwhile hands went straight for Natalie's pert, but small, chest and began to try and play with them.

"So cool," screamed Stacie as she ran her hands over Natalie's muzzle. "It looks like you went up a cup size," she giggled.

"So... so..." Diana began as she became lost as she walked around and checked out Natalie's butt.

Win and Wan meanwhile were rushing around Natalie like hyper active puppies, staring in shock at the werewolf before them.

"Awe man! This is gonna."

"Be great!"

Zeeve however took a single step back into the shadows, as he leaned against the wall to watch, and once alone he took a long single deep breath. Last time he had seen a werewolf it had almost killed him... or so he thought. Yet here he was now looking at his best friend who had willingly turned into one. Still, he was always shocked at how human they looked, even as there was something primal about them something he couldn't help admire or be drawn too.

'No... no...' he thought to himself as he returned to his aloof stare, 'Just stay out of it, Zeeve.'

"Wow Natalie your arse is amazing," Stacie said climbing down and poking the almost steel hard rear end.

Zeev sweat dropped.

"Your body is so firm… but the fur so soft," Diana commented as she rubbed a hand over Natalie's now washboard stomach.

Now getting somewhat annoyed, Zeeve gave a grunt. Stating a, "Okay," before he looked away.

This rough voice caught Natalie as she now looked up and towards her lifelong friend. "Zeeve, please…" Natalie weakly spoke out. Zeeve at first paid her no mind, but eventually turned around to see Natalie, weak at the knees from all the groping and blushing under her fur, as she moaned out, sounding rather sexy in the process, "Help… please… get them off me…"

The black-haired teen let out a sigh of frustration, yet as he turned to look at her, and those big yellow pleading eyes something changed. For a few seconds Zeeve, just got lost in her stare, as the luna like enchantment caught and enraptured him, but after just that split second, he let out another sigh.

In an instant he had crossed the distance and began to pull everyone off. Thankfully barring Natalie, Zeeve was currently the biggest and strongest person in the factory, and it was easy to peel off his friends and drag them away as best he could: though Stacie proved somewhat difficult given her weight. "Come on you two," he muttered as he carried Diana over one shoulder and dragged Stacie by the scruff of the neck as they began to kick and scream. "And you two, don't you dare do anything," he growled as he spotted the twins begin to walk towards Natalie for their turn.

Win and Wan both gave a weak protest, as they held up their hands in defence. "Us?" Win laughed innocently, as his glance turned to his extra skinny brother Wan, who was still walking forward only to be yanked back by the scruff of the neck by his brother: an action which earned Zeeve an irked expression.

"Oh no, you have nothing to worry about." From an excited but skittish Wan.

Zeeve held the two anorexic twins gaze for a moment before he made sure Diane and Stacie had stopped their protest and calmed down. Once they were done, Zeeve set the two girls down on the floor and walked over to Natalie. The new werewolf smiled as she tilted her head forward whilst she loomed over Zeeve with a joyful expression which seemed somewhat scary given the fangs.

Though Zeeve wasn't fazed by it. Instead, he held Natalie's lycan gaze and asked. "You okay?"

Natalie did not wait, as she gave a enthused nod, gently taking his hands in hers, as her mixture of a human and wolf smile became softer as she held Zeeve in her gaze. "I'm fine, Zeeve. Thanks. My hero." She felt a small twinge of excitement that Zeeve could stare into a lycan's eyes for so long: most creatures, even humans shied away after a mere moment from their intense stares. It really showed…

"Hey, no problem," Zee stated as he tore his hands free of Natalie's, a bit too quickly. The pair were caught in a awkward glance before the young punk teen gave her a thumbs up as he backed off. "Umm... is it me or do you sound different?"

Natalie blinked at that, and realized the situation, "Oh yeah. Well, I'm bigger, stronger and well…" she laughed as she arched her back to show off her small but now clear chest. "I got these. It all adds up and well… deeper voice and all that." She then giggled, as she spun around to show off her body again. "But guess what! I am a real woman now!"

"Wait...?!" Diane began.

"You're older?!"

Diana and Stacie said together as they both leaped off the ground and rushed back to Natalie, as the pair knocked Zeeve to the ground..

Natalie let out a small nervous laugh as she leaned her head back to put a few extra inches between her and the now bobbing pair of excited werewolf enthusiasts. "I didn't… I… No!" She paused before lowering her hands as a gesture to calm the two. "No what I mean is, yes for younger werewolves they do age faster," Natalie began to explain as she held out her hands to try and stop the two from approaching. "But well, the Lycan virus makes all kinds of changes to prepare us to be werewolves and well…" She turned to the side to showcase her now firm buttocks, slim, almost unnatural waist, and even cupped her boobs, "How else do you think a girl like me can have a chest like this!?"

Even from a distance the the gathered boys could see stars in each of the girls eyes, as they fawned over the changes. Yet for the boys one in particular could not help but stare.

"I honestly have no idea," drooled Wan, as he just admired the view of the lycan goddess before him.

Win gave a sharp slap to the back of his brother's head. "Don't slobber, Wan." Which barely phased his excited twin.

Diana asked, "Though you are still sixteen, right?"

Natalie shrugged, "Well, duh. Yeah."

"Ooh! Ooh! Me first." Stacie cried as she began to rush around in a circle, barreling through Win and Wan, as she almost danced as she walked, her hand extended outwards as if to offer it up in some ritualized fashion for Natalie: only for her to be roughly pulled back.

"No, me!" Diana was swift to grab Stacie by the shoulder and threw her back into Win and Wan, the latter of whom caught her, the gathered onlookers then stared as the platinum blonde ice queen seemed throw herself at Natalie, as she attached herself to her waist like an overly enthused limpet. Yet after a second of stunned silence, Diana took a long step back, dusted herself down and coughed. "I mean..." Her words now deliberate and carefully chosen: as if in realization at her own excitement. "May I have the honour first, Natalie?" As she held out her arm, like one would hold a ring.

Now approaching the pair, Natalie took Diana by the hand, and then strode towards Stacie, her slow movements enticing them with every wiggle of her hips, swish of her tail, and slight bounce of her modest but firm pert breasts. Intertwining her padded clawed hands with her two best friends, she bought them together as she her mouth parted revealing that row of razor-sharp canines that she now possessed. "Well…" Natalie's words trailed off playfully, as her yellow eyes darted between the two best freinds, her lycan forehead producing an expression of contemplation: only for the blonde werewolf's smirk to grow into mirthful soft laughter.

"Why not both?"

"Huh?" was the immediate response by the pair, as their enraptured attention shifted to sudden confusion.

CHOMP! CHOMP!

The two bites came faster than the chubby Stacie or the rail thin Diana could react to: even Win and Wan recoiled in shock at how at one moment the pair were alright, then the next stumbling over themselves in pain. For Natalie though it was a simple motion; biting down hard enough to break the skin; but only a quick nip, just shallow enough to guarantee their wish.

Still for as shallow as the bites were, the two girls' reaction was anything other than melodrama.

"Arrrr," Stacie screamed, as she wrenched her hand from Natalie's mouth, holding the wound up to eye level as she watched the blood as it began to trickle down her arm: only to double over as the wound sting like a thousand bees.

Diana meanwhile purely winced, not uttering a squeak, as if to forever prove she was the unshakable member of the trio, even though she buckled all the time. The pain slowly overcame her as she eventually got to the point where she had to let out the tiniest whimper: and even then, as her she became to shiver in barely contained agony, it showed that even this was too much for her.

For Natalie though she knew it was only the beginning. She smiled as the pair rubbed their wounds, Diana breathing heavily, while Stacie was rolled around in overdramatic pain. With a tiny giggile the blonde werewolf turned to Zeeve and shot him a wide grin.

"Zeeve/, could you open the skylight? There is something my two friends need to see."

"Sure thing," Zeeve however hesitated as he stepped around the now groaning pair,, as he walked over to a dangling button control box. As he took it, he looked to the twins, as he asked, "But what about…?"

CHOMP! CHOMP!

In a quick speedy succession, Natalie was suddenly there and then not; only to appear behined the twins, and bit them both hard on the shoulder, causing the two to wince. Wan clutched his shoulder while making hissing sounds to ease the pain, while Win collapsed on the ground, acting if he had just fainted.

Natalie then seemed to just blur out of existence, and then appeared just beside her black-haired friend. Zeeve took a slight step back as if to anticipate a bite but Natalie only winked down at him, with a devilishly wolfish smile. "All done."

'Wow, she's gotten fast.' Still Zeeve could not help but blush at the small wink and wolfish smile, the slight action being so very like Natalie. 'And… really cute…' His eyes darting down, to follow every contour of her now sculpted fitness model like body now covered with the tiniest layer of yellow-white fur. His cheeks reddened as he recalled the perfect butt, framed with the white weggie like V shaped fur that framed it oh so perfect… Realizing what he had just thought, Zeeve shook his head. "Gah! I'm opening the skylight." And pressed the button.

The so called 'skylight,' was actually opened a series of shutters than ran the length of the factory roof. Built in case of emergency to release fumes, fires and other potential gaseous chemical, it had not been used in over thirty years. Still despite the decades of disuse the shutters opened with a deliberate creak and groan, which with the sound of the screams drowning out the rust induced scratching made for a very dramatic reveal of the full moon overhead.

"Ow, I cannot believe she had to bite so hard," Wan complained as he rubbed his wound, breathing heavily as he tried to concentrate through the pain.

Diana however had begun to fan herself as she looked around the room at the fainted Win and whining Wan. "Wow is it hot in here," she asked, starting to breathe more heavily as she shook her head, feeling a fog creeping into her mind.

"Is it starting," Stacie then asked, the tubby girl bolted upright, her eyes darted to each of her fellow wolves? "Is it starting?!"

Natalie smirked, "You guys feeling hot?"

"Yeah," they all said.

She then struck a pose, as she threw her head back and pointed upward in a long fluid fashion to the moonlit sky. "Then behold that fiery white maiden known as the Moon!"

The four followed Natalie's now clawed hands up until… they daw it; the white silvery orb which hung high overhead, its power beating down on them bathing them in a warmth only they could feel. It was intense, it was amazing, Wan let out a small whistle of excitement, and even Win pulled himself free from the ground: his pain forgotten.

The group soon all followed suit, rising to their feet, as they moved in a unified trance towards the centre of the room until they were directly beneath the skylight. Their faces then tilted up, as the moon became reflected in their eyes, a sense of warmth and awe overcoming their minds.

It was then the changes struck!

All four of them lurched forward, the sensation of their bodies being thrown one way, only to be torn in the other was like their entire skeleton slamming into their flesh like a super powered sledge hammer. Win and Wan managed to catch themselves on the old railing and conveyer system, to steady their fall, while in Stacie and Diana's case they caught each other. But both Diana and Stacie leaned inward, pressing against one another with shallow, slow breaths, as an unseen force pulled forward… they then stumbled apart as their spines seemed to twist, as it ripped against long corded muscle; their backs then arched with their shoulders forced back with a steady increase of deeper and sharper breaths. With each breath their heads rose higher, and their torso further and further forward. Win and Wan too began to feel a tightness in their body, as with sharp pangs a warmth spread from the bites near their necks. Wan began to scratch, more and more, as his head began to bob almost as if he was going to be sick. Win meanwhile had tried to stand up, but his hand slid against the disused rollers of the conveyer and he fell to the ground, only to then roll onto his now arching and aching back. He stared up at the moon enraptured as it bathed him unseen light. All around them though they felt their breaths sharpening, their bodies rising and falling with each increase of breath and heat before suddenly… dramatically… and with the ripping of cloth and bras the girls' chests exploded in size. The sudden momentum was enough to propel the metal wire in both Stacie and Diana;s undergarments through their tops and catapult the material against opposing walls. Now exposed their chests and pink areola basked in the open air. Such was the force from Stacie's sudden growth that it threw her to the floor, crashing face first into it, and landing hard on the new ample padding.

"Why is it always the boobs," Natalie muttered with a sly grin, as she watched the two girls now begin to feel the less pleasant experiences of the transformation begin to kick in.

Zeeve, on the other hand, was getting a nosebleed from this, as he watched Diana momentarily hands hover centimetres from her now fuller, pert, breasts: only to them scream. "Uh, did that happen to you?" the black haired 'human' boy asked, trying to ignore as Diana fell to her knees and Stacie seemed pant on all fours as the two girls' chests seemed to grow even larger.

"Yeah, but Stacie's was always bigger than me,." Natalie shrugged, as she crossed her arms in thought. Then frowned as she saw how Diana's eclipsed hers, giving her own pert chest a disappointed glance.

Still as Natalie considered her transformations short comings, for the freshly transforming werewolves, their own metamorphosis was not at all pleasant experiences.

For Win and Wan this was typified by a steady sensation like a hammer and tongs striking them at the back of the neck. With each 'blow' the boys gasped, as their clothes began to grow tighter and tighter against their burgeoning skin. The pair howled, as the veins along their skin began to pulse with each steady beat of their growing forms. Zeeve could see muscle and bone begin to twist beneath the skin, their sleeves pulled tight against their now toned athletic arms. Still the reddening of the skin soon began to increase, the exposed flesh of the boy's becoming slick with sweat that began to soak through their clothes giving detailed anatomy of their rapidly transforming forms.

Heat, unyielding heat began to build up in the two girls and the twins' bodies, as if they were a furnace with the dial turned to maximum. Now every part of their body, inside and out, was slowly being boiled away. Indeed, this was a rather apt description as when the girls looked down at their own arms, legs and in Stacie's case large stomach they could see their skin begin too begin to writhe and crawl as it moved of its own accord. Soon fatty pockets began to emit steam off the very skin, much in the same way to Win and Wan's. It was like feeling cardboard being torn apart under your skin and then feeling red hot glue being sprayed over it to put it back together. And as this pain began to drive its way into their minds, until it was all the four teens could think about, they all began to grow.

"Try to think of it as growing pains," Natalie suggested in a firm voice, as she recalled the same advice Ashley had given to her but an hour ago.

"NAAAARGH, T-THIS IS N-NOTHING LIKE GROWING PAINS! GAAAAAAARH!" Diana cried out as she collapsed on her knees beside a heaving Stacie, the twins falling on their backs, as all four began to let out throaty growls.

By this point, Stacie and Diana hyperventilation had given way to a low rumble, and steady guttural pain. Diana rolled around on her back clutching her bite mark on her hand, as Stacie attempted to stifle her yells only to choke and splutter as grabbed at her throat, in a vain quest to control her tortured voice. Yet through the pain, the changes accelerated. Diana's arms lurched out, as they became thin and elongated like someone had run it through a pair of rollers. The process happened in but a few seconds, the limbs gaining an orangutan like dimension, only for the same transformation to affect her legs, as she seemed to be forced up on would appear to be stilts. It was not long before Stacie began to join her as the ginger haired girl rolled onto her back, whislt her skin began to pulsate and grow. At first her already large belly seemed to push outwards, as if to double in size, the already strained shirt stretched as it rode up the expanding flesh. Balls of flesh spilled out from over the hips of her trousers and her chest stretched the fabric to the point until it tore down the centre, as the globes grew red and raw in the moonlight: steam boiling away from the bare exposed flesh.

Together the girls clutched at their chests, as in their utter pain, they tore open their shirts. Their skin rolled and bubbled; their arms and legs stretching out and inflating with muscle. The same could be said with their chests as they began to grow even more, with Diana's rising to well above handfuls, while for Stacie their growth soon made size made comparison difficult. Tennis, balls, footballs, ripe melons the comparisons became lost as they just got bigger and bigger, till they came to rest on her knees. Yet as they grew, the fat across her body seemed to recede, sucking back the surging flab with a dull slurp as it seemed to be pulled away and revealing something spectacular.

Muscle, rows of muscle. As the belly seemed to now fade from sight, it left to reveal what was now flat and firm. One row of abs, then two, then three, no four soon appeared beneath Stacie's now shattered top. Standing proud and tall her arms soon joined in as they gained tone then strength, her thighs losing their fatty thickness only to expose a strong muscular one beneath. Diana's body too began to gain muscle to, as a firm four pack formed around their abs, her legs gaining the grace of a runner as opposed to this strong yet feminine body of Stacie

For the twins the changes came faster and more rapid. Win and Wan were now on their back, and began to wriggle and writhe in time with the unseen force that changed them. Flesh and bone could be seen to snake and move beneath their skin, as their forms grew ever more larger, taller and stronger. Wan had torn his body free of its pants, a red-hot arm exposing his now crimson boiling skin to the night air as he gasped uncontrollably as the pair were beathed in cold Luna light. With a guttural moan Wan arched his back which snapped painfully backwards to an unnatural angle. Yet as he did some force pulled him forward and soon, he was on his hands and knees with the momentum tearing every muscle in his back. Yet for Win it was worse as beneath his now tearing jeans his thighs grew out of proportion as he screamed, the bones shattering then regrowing in such quick succession: all while his thighs grew larger. Yes, as the pair growled though, their voices getting lower and more animalistic, they stared into each other's eyes and saw what they had to live for. Each other. Brothers to the end. So, they gritted their teeth and welcomed the pain, and slowly the muscles began to spread.

Their shoulders popped out, gaining a firm roundness which all athletes desired; the changes spread as it moved to their arms which gained inches upon inches of steely interlocking muscle. Biceps surged, as they went from the thinnest twigs to the strongest branches, as the pair clutched chest in trembling pain. With a almighty crack, their spines snapped again as they gained more and more height. Soon their upper bodies gained wall like pecs, like tiny fists and a thin athletic build which hid the strength now in their veins. Wan had enough time to feel an arm before collapsing again in pain, smiling through gritted teeth as each of his now six abs came in, one after the other. Win's transformation was more rapid, as muscles just began to push out against the skin more and more, as he gained that same athletic, living marble look. Lean, strong and fit. Their faces too went through some minor changes, gaining stronger jawlines, which caused them to lick the inside of their mouths as they transformed.

Still the growth did not stop their as all four of their torso's grew, as they became wider and to support the fours burgeoning frames. This went more steadily for the girls as Diana's legs kept growing as her body tried and failed to play catch up as she kicked new long extremities and let out an almighty moan of pain. Still try as they might, the stockings gave way, as the thighs of Diana broke through their confines to reveal the long creamy thighs of McKern's desire. Stacie's pulsating chest which had hung down to her belly, however had begun to subside as it slowed in growth seemed to before receding as it then shrink back to a manageable size. Yet they were no lesser for it; as they skin was pulled taught against the full flesh, they pulled themselves up to a pert yet still gigantic size: in their perfection they defied gravity as they stood proud and away, exposing her waistline, further stripping away her normal chubby exterior and showing a waist and real hips for the first time in years. And yet this was only the beginning for all four of them.

"Holy shit," Zeeve blinked at the heaving and exhausted teens, now turning adults, "How are they getting this big! Their still human!"

"Give it a minute," Natalie interjected waving her hand as all their heads snapped back, the girls' eyes now glowing yellow, while the twins' eyes glowed bright green.

Suddenly, the four soon-to-be werewolves grabbed their hands as their fingernails cracked and splintered. The first changes of lycanthropy came in an explosion of evisceration of keratin, as blood spilled from their fingertips, as the first signs of their long claws began to push their way through. By this point the four younger wannabe werewolves were howling in pain, a low but still human howl, as pain had consumed their minds. For them, thinking had become impossible as their heavy laboured pants were always cut off by their own shrieks of terror as their bones now began audibly snap and twist. Indeed, they were once again growing as their frames slowly began to push outwards once more, causing Stacie to now collapse against the cold and dirty floor, while Diana fell into a fetal position her head being buried in her now high firm chest as she gave muffled cries of pain; only Win and Wan managed to stand up, their fists clenching and unclenching as their spine and legs shot upwards to new and now inhuman heights. All while slowly their pale coloured skin began to gain soft noticeable hairs. In fact, all four were growing these hairs, which were concentrating and spreading from where they had been bitten.

Diana's skin slowly sprouted a pale aqua green fur similar to her light blonde hair that began to spread up her arm before it slowly shifted back towards her natural hair colour, and then shifted back into an aqua green once it began to appear on her outer arms.

Stacie, meanwhile, had her hands on her ears feeling them re-navigate to the top of her skull, completely oblivious to the pink fur spreading from the crown of her head, all the way down to her chest. While tuffs of orange fur, like her hair slowly spread across over her shoulders, coating her new muscles in a bright warm rippling fur.

Win, meanwhile looked down at his now slab like chest, rubbing his hands over the pure black fur that gradually changed to a bright jungle green as it spread away towards his right arm. Wan meanwhile was ripping his pants off, as he howled at the lump forming at the base of his spine: the material stretching outwards like a tent, only to be destroyed in an explosive escape by the new growth that appeared to be a big bushy black and green tail, from which more fur spread. Wan's left arm was being covered primarily in green fur, with black fur following after.

Both of the Do twin brothers then shot up another few inches, their feet had suddenly broken apart with a very audible snap as their heels began to climb up and up, giving them both a few more inches in height: destroying their shoes in the process. The fact that they now stood almost seven feet tall, coupled with how they were now twisted their heads from side-to-side, it was almost looked like they were a plant as it grew towards the sun: but in this case they were a wolf, clawing at the moon. With each growl their human jawline stretched and shifted to canine features, the tip of their nose merged with his face, becoming black and wet. With a dissatisfied crack their teeth elongated as their ears slid up under their now wild messy hair, as a signal that that their transformation was almost complete. The fur had finally begun to grow up and along their neck, as it slowly engulfed their noses, lips and jaws, which all lengthened out into a rather average sized muzzle's. After standing tall for so long both brothers could not help but finally fall to the floor and stick out their butts as their tails began to grow to their final extent, Win's tail slicing through his trousers not unlike his brothers had.

Meanwhile, Diana's ice green fur now entrapped her whole neck as her own blonde muzzle came in, hers was slender and more wolf like then the twins more human yet shorter one. She opened her mouth to reveal her extending fangs her long tongue reaching out to poke each of them with a muffled howl.

As Stacie began to for some reason smack her face against the ground in agony as her twisted itself into that of a werewolf. Her changes were more dramatic, as her freckle covered face was engulfed in a soft pink fur, as her human features lost the very last of her fat: as they gave a glimpse at the beauty that had always been underneath. Yet it would not remain long as her nose and jaw pushed forward in unison, as it sculpted itself into a perfect fusion of lycan and human cuteness.

And as that concluded, with a loud pop their own tails came out in unison, tearing their panties and skirts off in the process, as they arched their backs and let out a pair of long feminine howls.

With the final changes complete the pair flopped alongside the Do twins, as all four lay on the ground quietly moaning in slight pain for a moment.

"Holy shit." Zeeve gasped as he blinked at what he had just witnessed, his eyes locked on the four friends slowly began to come to. "A-are… are they alright." Finding the words, Zeeve realised his mouth was very dry as he and Natalie edged a little closer to the four older werewolves eyeing them cautiously.

Diana's figure had gone from stickish to voluptuous; it had filled out little by little over the course of the transformation, as the muscles strands beneath the skin had multiplied, torn and reformed to create the lycan figure of an exceptional amazonian supermodel. She had gone from five-foot-eight to six foot nine: her had grown with a rhythmic beat that gave her a unparalleled symmetry for a lycan, save for her long straight platinum blonde hair, which now fell in waves of white gold, obscuring one of her now glowing yellow eyes. It was difficult to describe just how much of a beauty Diana was, as her body had sculpted itself with rolling rounded shoulders, a tiny feminine waist; second only to Natalie; and a softness which only added too by her gathering plush ice white and green fur. Her body of course was predominantly white covering her lower chest inner arms, inner thigh and inner shins. However, her fur turned a light aqua green which covered her shoulders, outer legs, lower shins, back, face, outer arms and forms on her chest, merging with the green on her shoulders and arms into a triangle shape wedge pointing down toward her feet. Also, just below her belly button another green wedge appeared looking like a tiny thin belt. She was now six foot nine with a perfect fusion of the amazonian and human forms of the lycan, her body being almost a perfect ration above and below. Her hips and rear end gained a noticeable boost though, as they seemed to be the last item of her body which wanted to stop growing, where much as Natalie they had gained a clear shelf from their unnaturally perfect form. She also had a rather large and bushy green tail with a small tuft of white on the end.

Stacie changes though were far more dramatic. Gone was the chubby little sugar enthusiast, as in her place was a titaness of lycanthropic beauty. She now stood over seven feet tall, as she outstripped Natalie, Diana, and even Win and Wan with her height. This is not to say she had lost any feminine quality, indeed it all seemed to be in greater quantity and quality then any lycan before. Her hips had flared out with a deliberate curve, as it sat upon her arse which too filled into the large muscular yet feminine thighs which remained. Her chest had ballooned, as if all the spare fat she had once possessed had migrated to her boobs. She only had to arch her back to demonstrate their perfect form; as they needed no human made support to maintain their perfected teardrop shape. Stacie was quick to realise their new weight, as she stared down on her new titanic size with hungry glowing yellow eyes. She had gone from being a C to just over a H-cup, having gone from being the biggest girl in the group, to the biggest girl in town. Stacie cupped the mountains of perfect fat which now sat up and away from her developed pecs, massaging the weight that had once been around her waist: but now redistributed to the areas it mattered. With satisfied whimper she spun around to get a better look at her a medium sized tail shot from her backside which had expanded in a fluffy wall to conceal the immediate beauty of her perfect bubble butt. The tail was covered by bright orange fur on her shoulders, forearms, hands back, side of her bountiful chest which then connected down to her hips where it ended at mid-thigh. But her inner thigh, shins, feet, stomach, elbows, and face were all a bright bubble-gum pink. Her hair however took on pink highlights and visibly brightened with the rest of her fur. Stacie's muzzle itself was quite long and slender and a little dash of pink rested around her orange nose.

Both Win and Wan grunted as in perfect symmetry they rolled their now muscular shoulders. With the roll of one arm the muscles beneath the fur shifted to show how large they had become. Gone were the anorexic figures of yesteryear; with their new forms thoughts of brittle bones were a thing of the past: indeed, for the first time they felt strong. Win gasped as his fixed brittle bones allowed him to stand, the muscles mounted upon them tightening on command, as they filled with inhuman power he never could have imagined. Strong human like muscle ran along their noew defined fur covered arms, the green and black were able to highlight each individual muscle group as it flowed into the wall like chests and down into the tight thin waists. It was not that they were bulky, but neither were they thin, they had become a perfect fusion of male muscle and a slim athlete in a inhuman bodily perfection which few people could realise. But Wan gave a smirk; then again, he and his brother were no longer human. With a single clawed hand Win reached up to the remains of his shirt that had survived his transforming figure, and tore the scraps of cloth free. The two prominent pectorals coated in black fur rose from within as Wan grabbed at his collar and in one clean move tore his sleeves off. With a pant Wan placed his hands over his now green eyes his biceps engorging to that of a male lycan's peak, as the pair came to stand on their fusion of human and wolvish hind legs. Both of them smirked as they looked the other up and down. The pair had turned into green werewolves, but their underbelly fur was black. Their hair was primarily black, but their heads, ears, back, tail, outside thighs and legs were green. Their faces, chests, stomachs, pelvises, inner thighs, and toes were black as well. But they did have subtle differences that made them easy to tell apart.

Win's right arm was fully green with his fingers and palms were black, while his left arm had the bicep black, forearm and backhand green. On his back was a black pendant like sign curving up to the left.

Wan's left arm was fully green with his fingers and palms were black, while his right arm had the bicep black, forearm and backhand green. On his back was a black pendant like sign curving down to the right. And both eyes of the boys were green as well.

Still, they were not used to everything as Wan tripped over his new lycan feet, as he mumbled, "Wow…" he breathed, as his new deeper, stronger lycan voice muttered its first few words. "If that's what it takes to be a lycan well…" His claw pawed hands grabbed his forehead as he growled. "Well its almost not worth it…" But as he looked down to see himself on two feet, he lifted one up to see the black pads which rested on the bottom and then turned to look over his shoulder as his tail wagged from side to side. One hand then moved to the other arm and wrapped around the formerly skinny bicep and smiled. The new arm prevented him from wrapping his now clawed fingers around it, as the powerful limb filled with a strength with only the slightest flex, which he now highlighted the power he felt through every inch of himself. "Almost…" he said again with a sly smile, only to then say. "Totally worth it though."

Win shakingly got up, balancing himself on his legs with his hands, as he moaned, "Ugh, I'm gonna throw up." Though he garbled a bit, as he swished tongue around in his mouth, "Why are my gums bleeding?"

"That's because your fangs just grew out, Wan," Natalie chuckled, only to get a correction in the form of "Win." Still Natalie giggled not quite used to their new look, as she responded. "Don't worry. I had the same problem too."

From the corner a cheer went up as the two freshly transformed she wolves leapt into action. "Whoa! What have we got behind us?" Stacie cried enthusiastically spinning around as she caught sight of her own tail rapidly going to all fours, and running round in circles on all fours as she excitedly chased it again and again.

Zeeve blinked at that, as he joked, "What is she, a werewolf or a puppy?"

Natalie put her hands on her hips, as she chuckled, "Maybe both."

Diana meanwhile smiled and cupped her now sizable chest and exclaimed, "Never mind what is behind us…. Look what's in front of us!"

Stacie stopped running, as she stood up, standing next to her friend's side, and then clasped her own chest, and compared, "Oh yeah? Mine are totally bigger."

Diana cried out angrily "Hey no fair… you were flatter than me a second ago!" As she lied through her teeth, glowering up at the now much taller pink and ginger werewolf, who flashed her pearly fangs in response. In response, the aqua green werewolf jumped on the orange and pink one causing the two to playfully grapple as they gently slapped one another.

"Ow," Stacie suddenly said with a yelp as Diana's claws cut into her, causing Natalie to rush between girls and separate the two of them.

"Okay I know this is a rush but please calm down," Natalie advised.

"She started it," Diana declared angrily as she slapped at her friend before Natalie gripped both of their hands and pulled them up. Which given their new strength was no mean feat.

"Seriously girls your sixteen." Natalie laughed with a sly smile which caused Stacie to laugh in turn.

"Oh, we are much more than that: come on check me out! I am hot!" The orange and pink Lycan did a spin as in a deliberate slowness she placed her hands on her now shapely hips and began to sway them from side to side: her tail swishing back in the opposite direction. "Oh yeah! I'm, hot! I'm hot! Oh yeah! I'm hot!" The formerly chubby teen began to dance and bop, closing her eyes as she began to kick her new thick wolf like legs in the air. "Mmmm… this feels so good."

"Yeah, well I doubt anyone would notice with a beauty like me beside you," Diana claimed, fluffing her hair back her utterly dazzling blonde hair, running her fingers through her impossibly long silky strands.

"Come on, girls," Natalie growled. "Lets move beyond the superficial and..."

"Holy crap Win look at your muscles!"

Natalie facepalmed as she spun around to look at the twins who were now opposite one another, as they used their counterpart as a mirror. Win flexed his arms and bounced on the balls of his wolfish feet, while his brother Wan was busy poking the defined eight pack which could be made visible beneath the fur with a tense: and was marvelling at how hard it was.

"I'm not even tensing," Wan cried in surprise causing Natalie to groan.

Suddenly a massive magnified voice came out of nowhere. Garbled by static, it yelled out to them with a firm command.

"Hey arseholes! Front and centre. Natalie wants to talk to you!" The four new werewolves shot up their ears suddenly at attention. The trio all turned to see Zeeve, who compared to all of them was so small, but held a small walkie-talkie that was wired out to a nearby loudspeaker. "Come on guys get it together." He looked at them all calmly as he set the device back in its socket.

All five of the wolves let out a small whine at the sudden change in volume, their hands shooting to where their humans' ears had been, save for Stacie who grippied at the pink points of fur on her head and pulled them down as her tail sagged. "Zeeve! Volume!"

"Sorry." Wan said, kicking the dust floor with his new clawed feet.

Win however raised an eyebrow, as he recovered from the noise. "Say Zeeve you going to join us," he asked mashing his new fangs together playfully.

Zeeve's scowl said it all. Through pursed lips the lycans could all see him tense at the command, his words catching as he muttered. "I-I'll go watch outside... you lot... do whatever it is werewolves do." And like that he turned around and marched out, without so much of a backwards glare.

Silence then dawned on the fresh pack as they watched the only human for three miles walk out of their factory and in many ways out of their lives. The few seconds of calm led to a briefer realization of what they had become. The group paused to take a few seconds to check their bodies over as Natalie looked on at the door Zeeve had left through and sighed.

A sigh which was ignored.

Unnoticed a call went up from Win, who with a big smirk cried. "Okay. Last one to the forest is a wet dog!" And then jumped up and sprinted out of the building.

There was a round of cheers as everyone, and they headed for the back door, and soon they were up and over the fence and into the woods beyond.

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Outside the Red Paint factory

Zeeve grumbled to himself as he kicked a can away. It clanged down the steps of the loading depo, as it rolled under a long disused dumpster which had not been emptied since a time just before Zeeve was born. Still the young angry black haired boy didn't care about the smell, he was pissed."

"Sure-" He fumed. "- ask the guy who hunted werewolves if he wanted to be one." With an even deeper sigh the black-haired teen rubbed his eyes, with a tinge of regret in his tone. "Idiot!"

With an almighty sigh, Zeeve ran his hand through his mess of spiky hair, wondering what the other people at school were going to make of this. Jacque, Jessica… Mrs Cramtree. He thought about the potential ramifications of the new pack, as he made his way down the steps which led away from the automatic doors of the loading bay and rounded a corner well behined the dumpsters. Reaching into his hoodie's pocket he produced a black spray can, only to stare at the floor. His mind ran over what had just happened.

His friend… his best friend was now a werewolf. Natalie, Natalie Norwest was now a blonde werewolf with a white underbelly and cute little boobs to boot. His mind registered that last thought for only half a second as he recalled how the others bodies had twisted and broken to remake them into their new ones. Because it wasn't just that Natalie was a werewolf, but Diana, Stacie, Win and Wan, and if they could have made surely Rakesha and her little sister could have it done too.

On some level Zeeve still felt nervous about the whole thing. But it wasn't fear of being attacked no… it was something else.

Like all other times he was upset or annoyed, Zeeve just went into automatic. With a flick of his wrist, he shook the spray can and began to draw out a large black blob all over the concrete floor. He didn't know what he was drawing, only he knew it wouldn't stick, such locations tended to be terrible and where the weather would find them. But right now, he couldn't really process how he felt, so he processed it the only way he knew how: by graffitiing some private property.

On one hand he felt angry and he didn't know why, and yet on the other he was rather happy and he still did not know why. The black blob however began to take shape and he set down the can and pulled out a yellow can and began to spray it over the blob, mingling the two paints.

'Least this is healthier than punching people.' He thought to himself as he felt his head clear: painting always cheered him up, even if it was questionable graffiti.

Suddenly there was a nearby thump, like something or someone had fallen onto heavy metal. Zeeve paused from his art to look around: as he tried to spot the source of the noise, but he heard nothing. "Guys." He asked the open night air? But nothing happened. "Huh..."

Zeeve shrugged and went back to his miss-coloured smudge on the floor. To any outsiders it would really it looked like a pooling pile of paint just staining the floor, but for Zeeve he was letting his emotions guide him. Drawing a third white spray can he set the yellow one down and drew out a white spray can and began to draw some definition around whatever his mind felt like.

Suddenly there was a rasping noise, almost a scratching sound, like someone was breathing heavily through a straw. Zeeve looked up and shifted his gaze through the darkness. "Hello is anyone there," he asked jumping into his paint drawing and striding off into the darkness. He could feel his temper flare as he walked around the dumpsters to where the noise originated from and grumbled, "okay guys it's not funny." Really, he wasn't in the mood to play cat and mouse with Werewolves anyway.

But as he rounded the corner he stopped dead in his tracks, his shoes skidding against the gravel and concrete as he stared into the gaping maw of a manhole cover. He tried to peer down a bit through the moonlight and running his fingers over its edges he could see what looked like, "claw marks?"

Years of reflexes saw Zeeve step a good five feet back, as he reached for his phone. He could feel a tightness in his chest as he waited for the dial to sink up, as he hit the speed dial, his eyes fixed on that cover.

Soon he could hear the breathing again, as the dial slowly cleared away and Natalie's voice could be heard.

"Hey Zeeve." She exclaimed sounding as happy as a girl who got her first bike. "We are having loads of fun and..."

"Natalie shut up,, there is a manhole cover down here at the plant: and -"

Clawed hands reached around his mouth a head and pulled it sharply backwards, muffled cry as Zeeve tried to wriggle free exploded from between the creatures fingers as they pulled him to the ground. Natalie's screaming voice could be heard emanating over the phone. But no matter how much she screamed, Zeeve was gone.

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Next Chapter: the Night of Change; Start of a New Pack pt.2