Woman: Erieye
Wolf: Lakela
The near disaster of the previous month made Viktoria a lot more careful this time around. Her tablet, her computer, her cell phone and her online alarms were all set to warn her the day before -- several times in fact.
Viktoria, with all this prodding, was home as the sun slipped below the western horizon. She was reading an eBook on her tablet, dreading the monthly change. What would it be this time? She'd been a snake, a seal and, most recently, a trout. What next?
Realizing she had little choice in the matter and that it wouldn't make any difference whether she watched the change or not, she decided to turn in. It was a bit early (only 10 PM) but Viktoria felt exhausted. Dreading the change every month took a lot out of her. She did have supplies by the bedside and the hot tub. The hot tub was full but its temperature wasn't more than room temperature. She was ready, she hoped, for anything.
Asleep on her side, her body began to twist and distort under the sheets. Slowly it elongated until she was 50% taller than she'd been. Her legs and feet began to change shape as well. Finally, as morning dawned, a pair of stubs developed just below her waist. These quickly grew into another pair of legs.
She awoke with the sun and looked at her new form still hidden by the sheets. She became angry. What right did that silly old witch have to inflict this on her? She should find her and do something. She twisted in bed and came vertical. Looking down, she realized she'd become a centaur of sorts. Human to the waist with some kind of grey dog-like creature below.
Well, she could get around anyway. It didn't take too long to figure it out. She was a wolf-taur. She wondered what that meant anyway. Wolves were pack hunters but could hunt well alone. They had strong, sharp teeth ... Viktoria ran her tongue over her teeth. They too had changed. They were very much the teeth of a wolf. Everything smelled strangely intense. Though she hadn't used perfume in two days, the lingering scent was nearly overpowering.
Well, she thought resignedly, I guess there could be worse things to be for three days. Then, as the moon rose in the east, and all the local dogs began to howl, Viktoria found a strange primal urge to join them in their nightly serenade to it's pale orb. Opening her window, she let all her anguish and anger loose in a long powerful howl. She felt so much better afterwards.