Get the Girls Going

You're not sure what you expected, but you weren't anticipating Lilith putting you on the spot like this. She's apparently told all of them you're important, probably because of the collar. You know, the one most werewolves apparently can't wear?

They're probably not going to take it in stride if you tell them you're only important because your brother wrote a self-indulgent D&D campaign where redheads like him and yourself play a special role. At any rate, what does that even matter? It's all real now, and they expect something from you.

Taking a deep breath, you plant the sole of your black leather boot on top of the stump and climb up to stand there.

"Alright, I'm Morgan! You might know me as 'Red,' or even 'That Bitch' works," you open with a sneering smirk, garnering a few laughs from the crowd.

"I wasn't sure I wanted to show up here tonight," you continue to some halfhearted boos, "but now that I'm here I know for sure I'm in the right place! Look at all of you! Let loose in ways that most girls can only dream of!"

That gets a much better reaction, raising a few whoops that trail off like howls.

"We're not normal, not anymore. Maybe we were never normal, but we sure as hell can't go back to pretending we're something we're not. I sure don't intend to. Getting bitten set me free. It got me a girlfriend, a mate," you say with a meaningful look to Allegra, the blush on her cheeks visible even as she cheers with the rest.

"And now we're all here together. Most people would look at this and say it's a party, but it's a helluva lot more, isn't it? This is our own. Personal. Wolf pack!"

It's a rush to shout it out loud, and it sends a tremor along your frame. Your ears are already stretching to puckish points, your darkening lips framing sharpening teeth. Nobody here cares if you're an animal inside, or even outside. They're all just like you, so there's nothing stopping you from letting your beast out. You feel your joints pop wetly as your chest barrels out, straining the tank top you're almost overflowing from. You let out a howl of your own before stepping down from the stump, gesturing with a hand tipped with growing nails and frosted with sprouting rusty hair.

"Knew you had it in you, Red." Lilith says, still grinning.

"Yeah, yeah," you pant. "What's a bitch gotta do to get a goddamn beer?"

You feel something cold touch your broadening shoulder, then another and another. Your yellowing eyes dart there, and spot a few drops of water there, as well as a single, rapidly melting snowflake.