"I wish that werewolves know everything about their species, including how to create and teach new werewolves."
He looked away, and when he returned his sight to the girls, Karyn was crouched by Zoë.
"Zoë, steady your breathing." She stroked her thickening black hair with a soft paw. Jon was reminded of a mother caring for a frightened child. "You're a werewolf now. Don't try to fight it. Let it happen."
The shaking girl wearily raised her head. "S scared." Her eyes were already a deep amber hue.
"There's nothing to be scared of, Zoë. You'll still have control." Karyn began loosening Zoë's Doc Martins, pulling them off as the girl's feet and nails began changing. "You'll need to take your clothes off, Zoë. Your body won't support them soon."
Zoë struggled with her Ministry T-shirt before finally yanking it hard enough to tear it. The fledgling lycanthrope snarled as she freed herself from her clothes. Black fur had already started to grow through her tight skin.
Jon backed away, contemplating his next wish as Karyn guided his sister through her first transformation. Her voice was gentle despite its bestial qualities, and she encouraged the young werewolf along quickly but calmly.
Zoë's breasts swelled with her muscles, and she licked her budding fangs in wild abandon. "Want to HOWL " She dug long claws into the floor.
"Do it," Karyn whispered. "Howl. Snarl. You're a werewolf. It's natural for our kind, and it will help you change faster."
Zoë raised her head and released a long, melodious howl. Her changes accelerated, pointing her ears and thickening her fangs as she bayed proudly. Within seconds, she was completely transformed into a werewolf. She curled up to Karyn, who held her like a newborn wolf cub.
Jon walked over and placed a hand on Karyn's furry shoulder. The she-wolf looked up to him, ready to weep at a moment's notice.
"It's all right," Jon whispered. "But I need to make a contingency wish."
Karyn nodded. Jon grasped the stone, and spoke. "I wish that werewolves had complete control over their shape shifting, allowing them to resist changing when they don't want to. I also wish that werewolves could become a full wolf if they wished, and can alter their half forms with whatever wolf traits they wish. I wish that they had full control over their size, shape, and mass in all forms. I also wish that a werewolf can only pass lycanthropy to those who willingly agree to become a werewolf, and that if the person refuses, or has no desire to become a werewolf, they can not be infected by lycanthropy."
Jon smiled. "There, that should keep you two accident-free."
Karyn nodded. "Good work."
Zoë paid little heed, and was already gleefully experimenting with her new powers. She had already grown a full wolf's muzzle, and a thick tail swished happily behind her. She stood almost nine feet tall on digitigrade legs, proudly displaying her six firm breasts. The werewolf posed in the mirror and howled in delight at the sight of her primal form.
Jon and Karyn shook their heads.
"I think I've created a monster," the she-wolf sighed.
