Attempt to recruit her to your pack.

"Now, I have a suggestion for you," you say, your voice sounding surprisingly slick and evil.

I bet I'll make a great boss, you think to yourself, and then continue. "You see, we currently have a contract together. One that I'm not very pleased with anymore, and I imagine you aren't either. So I'd like to suggest an alternative... Basically the same arrangement, but more profitable. I'd like to extend an invitation for you to join my pack."

Ilimia is silent for a short while, probably processing what you just suggested. "You want me... to join your pack?"

"That is what I said."

"Why the fuck would I do that?!"

"Well... The reasons in my favor include that you'll basically be my ****, which I'm going to enjoy a great deal, and also I won't have to share all my XP with you. Had I not made that stupid agreement, I would have leveled up even more back there. But now, you got some of the XP. You're welcome for that, by the way. Anyway, reasons in your favor is that I'll go more easy on you."

"...What do you mean by that?"

"Well, no matter what you answer I'm still not going to let you go. But whether or not you accept will make the difference between pack member and **** victim sex ****."

Ilimia is silent again, this time for a longer while. And then she weakly stutters her response. "F-fine... I'll do it."

You grin widely. "Good girl... Then there's just one more thing to do. Do you perhaps have any bottles on you?"

Ilimia nods.

"Good. Give me one."

You let go of her arms and Ilimia digs around in her inventory. While she's busy with that you cancel the quest, invalidating your agreement. Ilimia then hands you a bottle. You take her sword and cut yourself in the arm, letting the blood fill up the bottle. You have to open up the cut once because of your regeneration ability, but that's a very pleasant problem.

Then you hold out the bottle towards Ilimia. "Drink."

"What?! Are you fucking sick?! I'm not gonn-" You glare at her, making her go quiet and accept the bottle. She removes her helmet to get access to her mouth and drinks the bottle, grimacing at the taste.

Then she drops the bottle, involuntarily. She doubles over and squeals with pain as she experiences her first transformation. Fur growing out of her skin, teeth turning into fangs, nails into claws. Her armor can't contain her growing body and she quickly removes it with far greater ease than you had been able to during your first encounter. You look in delight at the naked elf girl as the transforms, and soon a full female werewolf stands before you. Her fur is red-brown, somewhat reminiscent of the color or her hair but more natural-looking, and her eyes are as green as those of her normal form. She got some muscle as well. She's still quite slender, but she looks visibly strurdier. Her breasts are rather small, only appearing bigger than normal because she is somewhat bigger overall. All in all though, you like what you see.

"Say it again now, will you join my pack?" You say in a dominant tone.

"Yes," Ilimia replies with a lowered head.

You hear the same noise you heard when adding your werewolves to your pack, and you open your pack menu.

Pack Leader: Alpha Werewolf (Mikael) - Lvl 25
Pack Members: Gray Wolf - Lvl 6, Gray Wolf - Lvl 6, Ilimia - Lvl 18
Morale: Bad
Influence: 35
Bonus XP: 54

Hm... You got some more influence, probably for managing to recruit a hero, but the morale dropped. Looks like it's affected by the morale of each member added together, and you didn't exactly imagine this girl you just blackmailed into joining your pack to like you very much. Also, she gained twelve levels from your kills... All that XP could have been yours... Oh well, at least she'll be more useful to you at this high a level instead of just being a burden.

Of course... She probably wouldn't be a burden either way... At least that's what your libido tells you as your cock hardens from looking at the naked werewolf female who is **** to obey your commands.