The next day...

Alexandra had a good sleep at night. When she woke up, she still didn't know what to think about her encounter with the werewolf. She knew what had happened to her was despicable, but she didn't feel bad either physically or mentally. There was no despair, no grief or even shame or any sense of humiliation. And her body? she had never felt better. In fact, she didn't need to open to windows to catch the sweet scent of the flowers in her garden, even her eyes were working better than before, not to mention she felt stronger and lighter. Confused, she went to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. She saw the same person as any other day. None of that made sense. She would believe it all had been a dream if not for her ruined dress.

Alexandra went through her day like it was just another day. She worked out, read a few scripts called to her manager to check out how her last audition had been, and did all the same things as always. Her mind kept on going to last night though. She didn't want to talk about it with anyone, but keeping it to herself wasn't helping either. She checked her phone to see if there was any appointment, any business meeting or anything she chould have forgoten about, because keeping herself busy seemed to help a lot. There was nothing, but she already knew that from the beginning. Then she recalled something. There was this fancy party that very same night. One of those stupid parties that other celebrities and wealthy people liked to have. She wasn't fond of those kind of events unless they were part of a movie or show promotion campaing, in which case she was **** to go, but other than that they were not really her thing. However, that day she needed the distraction. She dolled up, picked a dark grey dress that suited her nicely, and headed to the party.

For a while things went as intended. She had a few drinks, chit chatted with some friends, ignored lots of lustful glances like she always had to do, and had a great time. The distraction was working and she was finally being able to move on. However as time passed by, she began catching the scent of each person in there. Her senses went beyond all those expensive fragances and actually distinguish the true body scent, its true esence, and it was intoxicating. At first she thought she was getting turned on, which would be reasonable since she was surrounded by lots of handsome men and gorgeous women. Actresses and actors, singers, models... but the feeling was different, something she could not fully identify. It almost felt like she was starving, and she found herself figthing not to lose control. Then she couldn't help to put her eyes on someone and, before she noticed it, she was licking her luscious lips.