Skye was never a girl that acted out of emotion. A teenager with both the looks and the brains, she was always known for thinking logically and rationally.
But with what was happening to her during that night, she couldn't help but act with pure instinct and emotion. Throughout that night, she had done several things in her new wolf-hybrid form that she wouldn't even think of doing as a human. For one, Skye, with a burning hunger inside of her, went downstairs and raided the refrigerator of food, especially meat. She couldn't believe it herself, but she devoured an entire raw steak in three bites.
With all that energy in her body now, she leaped out of her bedroom window at four in the morning and ran through the neighborhood that was fast asleep. In under a minute, she ran down the block and leaped back into her open window. She didn't know why she had done such a thing - something inside her had wanted to run with swift animal-like speed - but she was finding that she did not know why many things happened that night.
Not feeling a need for sleep, Skye spent the rest of that night wondering what she had become. As the full moon started to dip into the horizon, she looked at herself in the full-view mirror in her bedroom. She did not know how to feel what to think when she peered at the werewolf looking back at her. Skye took her index finger and put a claw mark down her dark-tinted face, causing it to bleed. She did not seem to mind. She ran her hand down her furred body. The fur was soft - almost delicate - and thick. She felt her breasts, which peeked out above the mass of dark hairs. Skye pressed her hand against her chest, but a great mass of muscle prevented her chest from contracting. Her pubic hair, which had grown thicker during her transformation, was just as sensitive and just as delicate to her touch. To say the least, she was completely fascinated with herself.
The last bits of light from the full moon finally disappeared, giving way to the morning. Skye twitched in pain as the fur started to retract into her body. On her face, her snout shrunk back into a nose, her earlobes rounded out its once-demonic points, her yellow eyes developing their normal color, and her rough dark complexion was once again her soft and delicate face, contrasting with the blood from the cut on her cheek. It was a slow transformation back into human form, as Skye felt her nails sliding back into her fingers and toes, which caused pain in her fingertips. What hurt the most was her tail and backbone shrinking into her lower back. Skye raised her head in pain, snarling and yelping but trying very hard not to howl. The change into a female wolf-hybrid for the first time in her life was not pleasant at all, and the reverse transformation was just as painful.
When she looked into the mirror, she was once again Skye the teenage girl. She stood there cold, her naked body feeling the chill in the outside wind, which had be let in by the left-open window. Though she wished she stayed in her new-found animal self, she breathed a sigh of relief that she was finally just herself once more.
The clock had just turned six as Skye wiped her blood off her cheek. Why did she cut herself anyways? No matter now. She was herself again, and was again in charge of all of her faculties, free from any instinctive persuasion. But as she dressed up for the schoolday ahead, she could not wait until the next full moon to once more feel the change within her.