It took a second for her to process the information. She was almost about to blow her cover when they shifted. Their clothes ripped with a loud tear right before her eyes, their open legs morphing along with the rest of their bodies as thick fur spurted out of their twisting forms.
The men hooted and howled, downing their second glasses of the experimental liquor effortlessly, staggering away from the shifting women drunkenly. The wolves barked, snapping their jaws at the men irritably before they pounced at them.
In a blur of limbs and movements, the heated foursome carried on inside the pergola, at times, the half-morphed men banging the two fully grown wolves from behind, and at others the she-wolves grinding against each other, howling into the night at the top of their voices.
