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The werewolf slept most of the month. When the full moon approached, it would begin to stir within Amanda. She would become more irritable at times. At other times, she would be downright aroused. Everything bothered and excited her all the time on the day before she would change, and on the day after. But she feared changing into the wolf, and was intensely ashamed after she reverted back. For the entire year since she was attacked and cursed, the entire lunar cycle was a roller coaster of emotional tension fixated on her transformation. But during the whole time, the werewolf slept until the full moon rose.

"J-J-Jacob!"

She cried out in pain, as if that helped at all. She didn't have to see the full moon to know it burned at her skin, calling out the terrible monster within her. The pores of her skin itched and seemed to swell to let grow her fur. Her internal frame stretched and bulged to accommodate the growing beast. Bones cracked and shifted into a more feral, more deadly form. The attempt to beat back her lycanthropy wasn't working. Three days over the span of a week in which she and her husband Jacob drove to the clinic, where she was strapped to a dialysis machine while it filtered out her blood for what felt like an exhausting, endless span of time, all proved to be futile. Yes, she had the rush of energy right before the full moon that mistook for relief and confidence. She knew in the first moments of her change that it was merely the werewolf inside of her waking up.

The pain was a dull throbbing in the moments before the change began in earnest, and once the full moon had fully risen, it turned into a flood, a mix of intense agony and unending pleasure that she wanted and hated in equal parts. It was a feeling that she always forgot at sunrise in the torrent of overwhelming sensations assaulting her psyche, if it hadn't been swept up in the terribly unrelenting pain of transformation.

Amanda convulsed and shook, struggling against the chains she and her husband put in place to hold her werewolf at bay. She knew they would not break, and it disappointed her animal to no end. The werewolf always wanted to hunt and kill and feed, to sate the hungers brought about by the full moon. She could feel it growing in the pit of her stomach as she changed, turning into an intense fire that needed to be quenched. It would remain as long as the moon was above the horizon, never to be satisfied but always welcoming the taste of blood and meat on the werewolf's lips. The restraints would hold, and as much as she delighted in the morning after not killing, she could feel the beast's intense resentment over its confinement.

Each full moon brought a more terrible transformation than the last, as if the wolf was becoming more determined to escape her prison. This jolt of pain that flooded Amanda's body was more agonizing than the last, and she was sure that the dialysis had failed to prevent the wolf from emerging. She struggled to look at her husband, to anchor her thoughts on him, and to look at her own naked frame. The space between her legs had become so hairy, as a track of fur crept up her stomach and down her legs like an infection. She looked up, and the backs of her hands were also afflicted with light, smooth fur, almost as light as the claws that peeked beyond the hairs.

Amanda groaned, biting down on her teeth, which had pushed against the inside of her lips as they extended into fangs. As she bared her teeth at Jacob, a low, guttural grown emerged from her throat, emulating the sound of the emerging animal.

Fire swept across her entire body, exhausting all of her energy as it did every full moon. She howled in the moment before she blacked out.

"AAAAAaaaaaarrrrOOOOOOO!"

The darkness before waking, at the end of her transformation, was always a welcome moment of peace for Amanda. Right when the werewolf fully unleashed itself, there was a loss of sense before she awoke to the sensation of endless hunger. She feared emerging from a momentary sleep. But as she heard a voice, echoing in the distance and calling out something that sounded like her name, Amanda didn't feel hungry. Or at least as hungry as she always felt right after the change.

"Jacob?" she said, surprised that when she thought of her husband's name, she felt it in her larynx, and heard it in the air as she spoke it. The werewolf never spoke. She couldn't speak, not during the full moon.

She opened her eyes to see Jacob, wearing a look of cautious relief on his face. Was it morning already? No, because she could feel the cuffs on her wrists still biting at her fur. But something was different.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. That was yet to be decided. She examined herself as best she could with the restraints keeping her in place. Parts of herself were transformed, made feral by the full moon. Her skin was tighter against her frame thanks to the werewolf musculature. Fur coated parts of her body that were always the first to be covered.

Everything else, however, was bare. Except for a strip of fur running up her arms and legs, her limbs looked human. She didn't see the typical canine snout in the center of her vision. Much of her form retained its humanity, and she felt a bit of human modesty that the werewolf didn't fully cover her nudity. In fact, it had made it that much more apparent with a bush between her legs that was thicker and more lush because of the full moon.

But that she felt a tinge of embarrassment made one thing perfectly clear. The werewolf inside of her, emerging at full force in the first moments of change, had tired quickly and stopped from changing Amanda completely. She was some half-animal, half-human freak. But half-human was better than all-animal.

"I can still think! I can still speak!" The words vibrated in her throat more than they did when she was human, creating a growling effect that betrayed her animal qualities. "I can still feel the wolf, but I can control it. It's so powerful, but I can control myself!"

Jacob grinned as she grinned. The dialysis had worked after all. They embraced. Rather, he embraced her, with her hands spread out and taut against the chains.

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did," Jacob said, pulling closer to her again as the prospect of some degree of normalcy in their relationship returned.

God, he smelled so good.

Amanda could only think of his scent as he touched her. Her animal sense of smell, heightened by the full moon, registered her husband's body spray mixed with a natural musk her body didn't recognize when she was human. It was thick and complex and it danced across her nose, and all she wanted was to inhale more of it. Take her husband in and enjoy the scent.

Almost without thinking, she pulled at the chains once more. They would not give way. They never did when she was fully werewolf, and they certainly wouldn't in her half-feral state.

"Can you do something for me, Jacob?" she said, "Let me out."

She thought it to be perfectly natural, because of course they would be safe from her lycanthropy after a partial transformation. Of course her husband would consent. She thought of spending the evening with Jacob as they would one of their date nights at home. Dinner, a movie, some conversation on the couch so they could forget all their troubles. Just like a normal, happy couple would. She would be a little bit more furry and just a tad more feral, but she was in complete control of herself. Of that much she was sure.

And she would enjoy Jacob's touch all night long. On the couch, they would embrace, and she would have him. At that moment, she felt some animal instinct within her heighten her arousal, her desire to have his body pleasure her and her wolf. To mate and to lose all control until he satisfied her wolf and she howled in intense satisfaction. To be excited in all the ways Amanda could never be excited when she was just a small, regular human. The wolf was a terrible curse, but now it was a gift that would stoke both their basest desires on this and every full moon.

Of course it was a completely harmless request that Jacob would consent to. So she didn't understand why his body tensed up in hesitation.

"I don't know, Amanda," he said, backing away from her, "I don't think it's safe yet."

"It's completely safe. I just look strange. But it's still me. I'm right here. We beat the werewolf."

"What if the change isn't done yet? We agreed that we would keep you here all night, at least for tonight."

"I know, and I know that's what we said." She could feel an irrational panic inside her that she tried to suppress. The last thing she wanted was to scare her husband, to show that the werewolf still threatened. Because of course it didn't threaten them, not anymore. Now she needed to reassure Jacob there was nothing to fear. "But I feel fine. And these chains are hurting me. It's uncomfortable when I'm human. It's hard to keep my arms raised like this all night."

"Amanda," he said, "We promised--"

"Jacob, let me out of here!"

Her demand echoed against the walls of the basement, as did the rattling of the chains when she pulled on them with her arms. She felt so strong, much stronger than most days of the month, but they would not break just because she wanted them to.

Jacob looked contrite. Amanda knew it wasn't condescension, but something inside her felt resentful. It wasn't the werewolf. It couldn't have been the werewolf. She had beaten it back, after all!

"Honey, I promise if all goes well tonight, we won't use the chains next time. We don't know what you're capable of yet."

Now Amanda's panic was turning to anger. She had earned her freedom with three tedious and exhausting days of dialysis. She deserved to be set free of her shackles, to be able to run and hunt under the full moon, to embrace her mate in a passionate torrent of--

No. Not her mate. Her lover. Wait, she didn't use that word either. Jacob was her husband. And she didn't run and hunt. That was what the werewolf wanted.

A wave of confusion washed over her. She was in control! The werewolf was tamed! Why was she thinking like this?

Jacob smelled so...so good.

"I just want to be normal," she mumbled, head lowered.

"Amanda," he said, placing both of his hands on the sides of her face. Her cheeks were ticklish as the short, downy hairs that sprouted with the change brushed against the palms of Jacob's hands. They were so warm, giving off a strong musk as she inhaled.

"One night. That's what we promised. We can beat the werewolf, but only with common sense and patience. Okay? Can you give me one night?"

Amanda didn't want to consent. She couldn't spend one night, an eternity under the full moon, restrained like this. Not when she didn't have to fight the animal for control of her own body. She was completely in control, she kept telling herself, and to spend long, excruciating hours before sunrise in this rational but restless state was too much, almost even worse than being fully unleashed. Yes, she was convinced. This felt worse than her werewolf being set free to hunt and to feed like the wild animal she was.

"Okay," she finally said, defeated. She made a sound the way a canine whimpered, and it felt completely natural to do so. She loved Jacob, and she was not going to hurt him. There was no choice but to give in, to hold herself to the promise she made to protect them from some stupid possibility that the werewolf would fully emerge after this great victory in curing her of lycanthropy. It was stupid and kept her from doing what she most desired, but she promised him.

"We left the meat thawing upstairs," Jacob said, "You should eat. I'll get it ready."

"Don't cook it," Amanda said instinctively. The thought of her teeth tearing into rare beef excited her almost as much as enjoying the flesh of a live animal.

There was a hint of disappointment in Jacob's face that she couldn't help but see. He looked all the more convinced, despite all of her reassurances to the contrary, that the werewolf was firmly held at bay.

"I'll bring it down. It'll take a few minutes so I can make something for myself," he said eagerly, "We can talk as we always do. I'll keep you company down here all night."

Amanda brightened, and she felt her tail swish around behind her, tickling her lower back with the fur on its tip. She liked the sound of that. A date night like a normal, happy couple would have.

Jacob leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She picked up his scent again. Deep and sensual and incredibly arousing. Instinct washed over Amanda, and she pushed against him to nip at his face with her sharp fangs.

For a moment, Jacob looked frightened.

"I'm just playing around," Amanda said quickly, curling her lips into the most human smile she could conceive.

"Yeah, I know," he said, laughing. But it was a nervous laugh. Something to conceal the hint of fear that he was giving off in his scent. Not that she needed to smell his hesitance. He backed up like a cornered animal. "I'm just going to get the steaks."

"Okay."

Amanda watched Jacob walk up the stairs calmly. In the air, she could almost see his scent begin to disappear as the distance from him grew. After all the arousal and panic and anger and defeat, one more feeling flooded her system. One of unfulfilled anticipation and deep foiled expectations. She had desires, intense and sensual, and Jacob refused to satisfy them.

Her claws dug into the palms of her hands. They had stung before when her nails extended and dug into her flesh. Now, as she tightened her fists in frustration, they began to bleed more quickly, dripping crimson down her partially furred arms onto the basement floor.

"Jacob, let me out of here," she said softly at first, then becoming louder and angrier, "Let me out of here, Jacob! I can't stand this! Jacob!"

At the top of the stairs, he looked back at her with regret. This is what they promised, Amanda fully knew. But she couldn't help but plead with her husband one more time before her cry or resentment turned into a sad, half-human howl.