Try to Pass as Performers

"Okay, so maybe I got carried away there," Allegra says with a rueful chuckle.

"Maybe?" You scoff, "I think my hoodie's the only thing left intact."

"Sorry, sorry!" She sighs. "I'll make it up to you."

"Okay, new plan. We're in a haunted house. That's like the one place we look like we fit in, right?"

"Well we're a little tits-out right now, but I guess that's par for the course for werewolves," Allegra nods.

"The more... wolfy I thought, the more I was shifting earlier. You think that would work?"

"Maybe," she nods. "It'd be kind of tricky not to get carried away with it, but if we pull it off we can walk around and pretend we're on our way to the Den or something."

"Okay, when I visited my brother he had spare costume stuff in his office. We could maybe grab some there but I swear to god Ally, you better not breathe a word of who we are."

"Don't want Keith to know you stopped shaving your legs?"

"Oh, you're real funny," you grumble. "Anyway, wanna try and wolf back out?"

"Don't have to ask me twice," she grins, closing her eyes and focusing on what you assume is her personal happy hairy place.

Nothing happens at first, but after a few breaths she starts to squirm in place as her pelt starts to fill out again, joints popping as she settles back into the massive coal-black she-wolf she'd been.

"Fuck," she huffs through her fangs, "that still feels great. Now you do it. I want to watch."

You grimace, trying to hide your blush under too little fur. Packmate or not, you're still not sure how to handle your friend's newfound fixation on you. Still, this isn't a great time to overthink that. You'd be lying if you claimed the fact that Allegra is into you being a werewolf isn't at least a little enticing, and considering that's what got you to shift in the first place that's the sort of thoughts you descend into, savoring the feeling as your body bulks back out into a few hundred pounds of fur, muscle, and attitude.

It's hard to deny how much less worried you feel as you open your eyes. With your bestial side out on display, you just don't feel like your meek self anymore. It's seductive, and you find yourself grinning toothily as you stand back up.

"Damned if you're not right," you chuckle, rolling your shoulders as you get the first time to appreciate your body when not in a mad rut.

"I love seeing this side of you," Allegra says with a pleased snarl, dragging her claws through your mane. "If I'd known you'd be this cool with it, I would've told you a long time ago."

"Told me what?" You ask with a shaggy look of puzzlement.

"We'll... talk about it later," she hedges. "Let's go."

The two of you make your way out into the hall. You maybe look a little ridiculous with your hoodie slung over your massive shoulder, but you didn't want to leave it behind. You pass some of the attendees, earning some stares. Not fear, though. If anything, the crowd tonight seems to appreciate how you look. It doesn't take long to make it down the stairs and head toward Keith's office.

When you get there, the door is slightly ajar and you see flickering inside. At first you think it's just the lights but there's more colors than just the fluorescent fixture and your sensitive nose catches a whiff of sulfur.

Then you hear it.

"Yes, yes! That's perfect! The scion suspects nothing!"

The mad laughter that follows is your brother... you think?

"...okay, that's concerning but I am so not touching that until I have pants on," you mutter.

"Yeah, that's... a lot to unpack," Allegra agrees. "I uh... think I have an alternative to where they've got clothes for girls like us."

"Really?" You ask, quirking a shaggy brow.

The black-pelted she-wolf cants her head down the hallway...

...toward the Werewolf Den.