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Chapter Three- A Big Shock

Isis gazed at the view as she stood on Atem's balcony with Atem beside her. "I had no idea you had such a view," she said softly.

"I've become so accustomed to it, I barely give it any notice," Atem admitted. He took in the view, the sky aglow with the fading sunset. "Perhaps I should not take such things for granted," he added. "The sunrises and sunsets are hardly the same twice in a row."

"You are correct," Isis said. She gently put a hand on Atem's shoulder. "I believe I will head off to bed."

Atem turned, took her hand, and kissed the back of it. "Good night, Isis."

She smiled as her hand was released and she started for the door. The two of them had a big morning ahead of them what with Atem announcing his love for Isis and her admitting the same for him. There were bound to be questions, some concerning future plans like marriage and Isis becoming queen. I know that I can still possess the Necklace, but I wonder if I could still do my current duties in addition to the duties of a queen, whatever those might be.

Isis then came to a halt and gasped as a pulse went through her and Atem turned at hearing her gasp. He gaped as black fur sprouted over Isis' body, her clothes fading away. Her hands and feet formed paws and she went to all four of them as her body altered to a wolf's shape. A tail grew out behind her while her head conformed into a wolf's head. Soon, a black wolf with blue eyes and wearing the Necklace stood where Isis had been.

Isis stared at her paws and then her body, her muzzle parting as she stared. She began to breathe hard and fast before she gave a whimper and said, "No. No, this cannot be. I'm the wolf from my vision?" She looked up at Atem before her ears folded back and she slunk into a far corner of his room where she tucked herself into a tight ball. Hitched sobs came from her throat.

Atem slowly approached her and crouched down in front of her. "Isis," he said.

Isis flinched. "I'm sorry…my pharaoh," she said in between sobs. "I did not…know…it was me…I saw…I wasn't…bitten, I know that."

"You were born then."

Isis took deep breaths to calm herself. "I did not know my father and I never saw Mother become a wolf. Clearly, Father was a werewolf and passed his gene to me." She flinched back as Atem reached out toward her. "Please, no. I'm…I'm a monster. I don't want to hurt you or anyone else, but who knows when I will bite."

"Isis, I don't believe you're a monster or that you'll bite. You did not know that you're a wifewolf. It is also clear that there are no physical signs to tell a werewolf or a wifewolf from a human."

"Yes, no signs. My pharaoh, I'm scared about what I am and considering this revelation, we should not be together."

"What?" he asked, surprised.

"If we were to wed, I would end up tainting your family line with my genes. Your heirs would become werewolves and wifewolves when they turn twenty-one."

Atem saw Isis' view of his heirs and descendants become werewolves and wifewolves if she birthed them, but would that really be a bad thing? They would grow up seeing their mother turn into a wolf every night and they would be told that they would do the same when they turned twenty-one. He imagined that they would be excited to have inherited Isis' gene.

"I see what you're saying," he said carefully. "But if they saw you change every night, they would view that as normal and they would not dread becoming wolves themselves when their time comes. I would think they would be excited."

Isis tilted her head. "Yes," she said. "It is known that children are impressionable at a young age. They would have time to accept their changes that would come. My pharaoh, are you still wanting me as your lover?"

"I do. It doesn't matter to me that you're a wifewolf. I know you enough to know that you would never harm anyone."

"I still love you too, but no one will approve of me now."

"I could conceal this until I have their approval."

"I'll continue to transform every night and sometimes I do my fire vision at night in front to the court. Hiding this will not last long."

"True, but hopefully it will stay hidden until after tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow…oh. The full moon's tomorrow."

"Right. We need to know if the rumors and stories are true." Atem reached out again and this time he managed to cup her chin and scratch it. He heard her sigh in contentment. He smiled gently. "Your fur is soft," he said.

"I'll take your word for it."

"Isis, you should stay here tonight. If you are spotted, you might be imprisoned. Your Item would also give you away."

Isis put a paw to her Item before lowering it. "You are right. I'll stay here."

"Good. Would you like to sleep on the bed?"

"No, thank you. I feel comfortable right here."

"All right. Good night, Isis." He kissed the side of her muzzle and she gently licked his hand. He stood and headed for bed. He glanced back to find that with her head down and her eyes closed, she was impossible to see as her fur blended in with the darkness.

He laid down in bed and stared up at the ceiling. It had been a shock to see Isis transform into a wolf and his heart broke at Isis' reaction to the change. He didn't blame her; if he had suddenly changed into a werewolf, he would be alarmed too, given everything he had heard and knew about them.

It is clear that she was born with the wifewolf gene. She never knew her father and she said her mother never changed. She is aware of herself and can talk, but how will she be tomorrow night? The stories say one cannot talk, they become more vicious, and desire human flesh. I find that last part hard to believe. Werewolves and wifewolves are still half-human so why eat humans aside from thinking like a simple wolf? Well, that's it, isn't it? Animals don't have morals, they only satisfy their immediate needs. Atem reflected on tomorrow night and decided that Isis would stay with him again and he would provide raw meat and water for her. He hoped the meat would satisfy the desire for flesh, if she felt such a desire.

Unknown to Atem, Isis was not asleep. She was afraid of what the court would say and do when they learned the truth. She also feared how she would be the following night. Would all the stories and rumors be true? Right now, the idea of eating human flesh was repulsive, but suppose she felt differently about it tomorrow? She could be a simple wolf and heed to the impulses and instincts of her wolf mind. The only way to know is to wait for tomorrow.