Evidence (A Werewolf Story Idea)
You may have seen my recent illustration uploaded lately. This is the short story excerpt that goes with it that may or may not be changed when I get around to writing a fuller story of it. Thanks for reading!
Evidence (A Werewolf Story Idea)
by TimidTabby
The wolves were gone, the door was unguarded; this was Olive's last chance to escape before those monsters, her poor fellow students turned into those horrific lupine creatures, catch and lure her back into the dance hall. She was not ready to submit defeat to them or her own curse sparing what little humanity Olive clung to, aware of her own doomed fate feeling her body grown furry and beastly as well.
I won't become an animal! Olive vowed sprinting head on towards the unsecured locked heavy twin doors of the building. I won't become a monster!
Olive shifted her weight left shoulder facing forward as she plowed into the thick slabs, the latches snapped; stumbling onto the cold concrete steps with the slabs smacking against the walls creaking only slightly back to the steel railings . Olive panted for air in her moment of reprieve scanning her nocturnal surroundings marveling at the pines and firs scattered around this side of the rec center and along the unkempt dirt path covered in the light fall of snow as if never seeing it before in her life. The icy chill of winter's night brought a slight relief to the unbearable heat her body radiated, the smell of nature wafting into her nose both pleasant and thrilling; resurgence of stamina and energy tempting her break out into a run and not stop.
And a run she may need; the hallways surrounding the exit bellowed with the echoes of growls and barking breaking Olive out of the strange primal trance slowly taking over her will, darting her eyes swiftly to each end catching the silhouettes of prowling wolves; the turned students...or perhaps the Alpha's original packmates, searching for other survivors or fleeing infected to bring back to their fold.
Olive hesitation lasted merely a moment as she recalled immediately what would happen if the wolves brought her back to the pack, the haunting acts of beastly debauchery and brutality that awaited if she didn't move her feet and flee now. Olive rushed out leaping over the two steps onto the dirt path falling onto all fours. She once more felt hesitation grip her as standing like this, like an animal, suddenly felt oddly good; powerful, stretching out her body as she gained a better sense of how strong and lithe she was like this; a predator ready for hunting.
N-no! Stop thinking like this. I'm human...hu-man...
It was getting worse; Olive realized it was getting harder and harder to not fall to the sway of animal instincts and urges as she was now snarling in frustration of how her life was practically over even if she escaped. She desperately wanted to believe this nightmare would end if she could just keep moving and get as far away from the pack as she can before it was too late. But perhaps it already was even before this, the moment one of those wolves bite her during the panic in the dance floor.
The changes had been creeping over Olive since then, her human companions pointing out constantly she was turning into one of them; some kind of Werewolf, but she managed to prove she wasn't maintaining her will and conscious for as long as she did keeping their trust and working together to survive the night from the Alpha wolf and its minions, as well as their own classmates bitten and turned having lost their wills more easily than Olive assimilated into that pack.
In the last moments before their attempts to hide away failed and the group split, the last time she came across another human soul ended with her classmate terrified and begging anyone to help keep the wolf away from them, as if believing Olive was one of the wolves herself.
Panting anxiously on all fours Olive remembered her smartphone remained dangling from her wrist thanks to the attachment her parents urged her to use; to better keep her phone on her at all times. The phone amazingly took less of a beating than expected, the screen only partially scratched up and dirty. There was still a little bit of power left; Olive had used most of it up tweeting the status of what was supposed to be an uneventful School-ran Dance Party. She never expected to live out the horror show that took place here tonight.
As she reached for her phone she paused gasping to see the condition of her hands, thick paw-like features with black pads and claws now replacing her once feminine slender fingers and palms, whining distressingly as she returned to grabbing her phone and browsing through the gallery of pictures and videos she had taken this night.
The large wolf and its Werewolf kin's attack inside the rec building, the bloody bodies torn apart and devoured, snapshots of various students who were bitten and quickly began changing into Werewolves themselves. These were evidence of the carnage and nightmare she can take to the rangers and policemen to show what happened.
And yet...she was her own evidence.
Olive switched to camera mode and tapped the icon that would use the lens on the front of her phone, to see directly at her. Her eyes; golden hues and beady pupils covered around black, the eyes of a wolf, stared back into the camera, tears forming as she was in morbid disbelief. Olive was not reflected in the phone's camera; instead, a large furry golden blonde wolf was shown on screen very little characteristics of her once human self save for what little humanoid figure she retained. The evidence was clear.
It's really true. I'm...I'm really a wolf now. I'm a Werewolf.
Olive sobbed and whined as she ran a handpaw over her muzzle and mane studying attentively what was being displayed on her phone. She'd known for a while now she had been running about practically nude ever since the wolves tore at her clothes, having ripped off her own skirt eventually from the tightness around her waist and the need to free her growing tail now long and full like the others; her dress shirt tattered and hanging from her elbows and sides exposing fuzzy flattened breasts and a barreled chest. She felt the folded forms of her lupine ears and combed through the golden fur around her cheeks once more, horrified that a wolf's head replaced the once pretty human face that was Olive.
I am a monster. I can't...I can't go home like this. I...I...
An animal urge sprung up as she dropped her phone and raised her head high, howling a sorrowful song expressing the loss of her humanity. In its stead, giving into the need to howl brought a swell of other urges Olive had struggled to resist for the longest time, but the face of utter defeat her will began to wane.
Monster...wolf...I'm...wolf...
Olive's mind started to drift; the idea of what she had become not as horrible as she thought before, once more feeling a strange comfort and pride in her new lupine body. She growled as she swiped at the remains of her dress wanting the uncomfortable thing off her fur, glancing at the green silky fabric only once before ignoring it completely. She began to pant, a wild exhilaration flooding her being as the urges she once fought were now becoming something she needed to relish; to obey.
She felt hungry; she needed to hunt and kill to feed off delicious hot meat of any wild creature she could catch. The climbing howls calling out to her back inside the rec center stole Olive's attention from beyond the path back to the open doors she once urgently broke through. A male Werewolf stepped out into view growling viciously as it peered out the open doors, its aggression tempered as it spied a shewolf gazing back, happily panting as it barked back to her; inviting her to come back. She could smell the male wolf's musk even from the short distance between them, recalling the heavy scents of her other kin waiting in the den they had made for themselves this night.
There was also the nagging heat between her thighs that had been bothering Olive for quite some time, uncertain anymore why she had avoided approaching any of the males searching for her. They must smell the pheromones coming off her like the this one did now, the male wolf standing excitedly on its paws as she turned back and climbed the concrete steps. She was greeted with affectionate nuzzling and wet licks across her muzzle and neck, her tail flagging as she sensed and smell the arousal fuming off the attracted stud seeking her favor.
Olive whined and howled softly in elation, ignorant to the blood stains covering most of the male wolf's muzzle and chest fur.
Wolf...mate...breed.