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I walk out, rubbing my arm slightly after the shot. As polite as I was
for Professor Stanton, it was hard to hide my giddiness. I had only
learned minor rituals and charms under his tutelage before, but here was a
real opportunity! I had come into the Thothmes Society the way most of the other university students in it had. My marks were good, I'd made Dean's list, and I was a history major, a student of the Professor's. I was invited to join Theta Chi, a History honor society, and I accepted, only to find out it was a front for the society. I was amazed to learn that the wizards I had read about as a child were very real,as were the rumours about things like the Illuminati. And they wanted me. Who was I to refuse? Magic, I've learned, is very subtle. I don't know if people were once able to do more, but what I've learned and seen is inconspicuous enough to even do in public sometimes. If you avoid sacrificing animals in front of people, you can do some surprising things, but it's all so small. This, though... ...this is something solid. Something I'll be able to touch. I just hope I don't disappoint Professor Stanton. It's been about an hour since the injection, and I think I feel different. I can't be sure, though. It might be just the placebo effect. I've never been so hungrybefore! It freaked my roommate out. She of course doesn't know about the society, and it scared her when I ate almost everything we had in the fridge, especially the luncheon meat. I must have eaten almost a whole package of ham! As strange as that is, I don't feel full. I'm lucky it's a Sunday. I'd never make it through classes like this! It's almost time for me to go to the University, and now I'm absolutely certain it's working. I'm glad my roommate can't see me here in the bathroom. She's off studying, and I'm not sure how she'd take this. I'm standing naked in front of the full length mirror, and what I see is encouraging, though a little freaky. I'm hairy. My legs, my pits, everywhere I could normally get hair looks shaggy, like I'd never shaved a day in my life. I run a hand through my armpit hair, mystified. It's real. I know it's real, and it's going to happen to me tonight. I put on my clothes. Loose fitting, long pants, long sleeve shirt, no underwear, just like he told me to wear. Moment of truth, Rose. You're about to become a werewolf. Natalia and Anastasia were walking through the sewer with a group of women. Irene and Erin were there, as well as several others, seeing by flashlight, they counted the conduits until they came to the spot. "Alright," Irene said, "we wait for the change to come for us, and then we go in. We can't kill her, because we can't carry silver in that form, so the best we can hope is to capture her. Erin has the sleeping poultice to knock her out. She won't be hard to spot. Let's strip, folks, I don't feel like ruining these boots." Rose waited in the cell Professor Stanton had prepared for her. It was padded. and manacles bound her hand and foot. The chains were about long enough for her to move three feet in any direction, and a window with bars looked out on the rapidly setting sun. As darkness fell, Rose looked up at the moon from her cell anxiously. A shiver passed through her, and she ran a hand along the bars, noticing her nails growing longer and sharper as she watched. She gasped, then giggled giddily at this first sign of her change. She felt almost drunk, her heart pounding in her chest and in her head as her auburn hair cascaded down from her head, growing wilder, becoming like a sprawling mane. Her ears twitched and streched out, poking from her hair, and she grinned, baring lengthening fangs. A howl echoed in the cell, and Rose Flaherty knew she'd made the right choice. A cacophany of howls sounded in the darkness of the sewers, and several hunkered, hairy forms began to climb the ladder up to the conduit. The hunt was on. Rose was thrilling in what she'd become, but the confinement was unbearable. She strained against her chains, and then, to her surprise, one broke. She didn't have a chance to take advantage of it, though, as with a thunderous clatter, the door to her cell was ripped from its hinges. Rose then saw several beasts...monsters...like her at the door. Some larger than the others, but all variations on the theme she had seen play across her frame as the moon came out.
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