Irene's Secret Weapon

Irene watches you carefully - then relaxes enough to unbuckle the satchel she's been carrying. "That'll be because of the change," she answers. "Here - have one of these!" Irene pulls out a giant pork pie. "I use them as werewolf bait," she explains.

Lowering your raised eyebrows, you scoff the pie with gusto. Not bad! Now you don't have to nibble on Irene.

You freeze, detecting something with your new, enhanced senses. Without knowing why, you can tell it's the feel of magic.

"The garage," you snarl, getting used to your new vocal cords. "The ritual's underway there. I can feel it."

Irene walks over to you. Holding back her fear, she feels first your chest fur, then your lupine face. "You look incredible!" she breaths, her green eyes wide with admiration. Then she focuses on what's important. "Are you still...with me, Colin?" she asks.

You nod, and lick your fangs, eager for action. You hold out your forepaw to her her. "Trust me?" you ask.

Irene manages to smile, in relief. She shakes you with her hand. "I trust you," she says.

Written by Midnight Blue

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