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You sit across from Isadora in the lupin cages, cross-legged on the ground, holding eachother's hands. You're talking so you can keep calm. Calm keeps the shift less painful.
Dort doesn't know, but you two share a cage. Nevermore hasn't had a werewolf teacher in a bit, so there was only one cage fit for an adult wolf.
First, you came to occupy it, hired by Larissa. Then came Isadora, hired by Dort, who wasn't smart enough to remember that the school already had a werewolf teach.
But luckily, under your August preparations, you got so close that you started dating in the middle of September. By the next spring, she asked you to be her mate for the next season.
So now, you sit together, letting Isadora fiddle with your hands instead of her own. That is, until a feeling starts nagging at the back of your mind.
"I'm turning first, okay baby?" She asks of you, letting go of your hands and sitting back,on her heels. You reluctantly nod, letting her pull back.
Isadora lets the moon take over, her body stretching and twisting as her form shifts to be bigger, stronger, furrier...
Once she's fully transformed, she lets out a howl, which triggers your own. You growl, hunching over as your face grows longer into a snout, growing fur in mere seconds.
But once your limbs start turning, something cracks. You let out a helpless whimper, but it does nothing to stop the moon from taking it's effects.
Isadora, though caught up in her own transformation, immediately turns her head to you, only being able to watch as her body finishes the last of her changes.
You squirm on the ground, trying to pull yourself to be as small as possible, though it's impossible when your body is actively growing. As your legs stretch, sickening snaps come from your bones.
The second your mate is finished with her shift, she rushes to your side. Isa noses at your side, trying to ask what's wrong, but you can't respond. You're too busy mewling in agony.
It takes a good 5 minutes to fully transform, which is more than it usually does. Once you're done, you're left laying on your side, curled up, whining like a puppy.
Isadora nuzzles her snout against yours, a low growl coming from her throat, to be reassuring without the ability to form words. You wiggle your toes, trying to pull her attention to your legs.
She notices it almost immediately, scooting down to have a look at your lower half. And indeed, there is a lot wrong.
There was a huge bump at your hip, your skin straining out. Your femur was dislocated.
Just to be safe, she pulls your fur apart at your joints, finding forming bruises there; and suddenly, she has it all figured out.
You probably weren't in a good position when your limbs started growing, and so as a result, some of your joints got dislocated. Luckily, most of them popped back in place once it was done... but not your hip.
Isa climbs over you, rubbing your noses together with concerned whimpers. You tilt your head into it, to distract yourself from the pain. She starts licking at your snout; the closest you'll get to a kiss in this form.
After a good few minutes of reassurrance later, the two of you try to pop your hip back into place. She gets off of you and helps you stretch your legs, then moves to loom over your side.
She places her clawed hands over your hip, then with a quick, sudden movement, she pushes, forcing your femur bone back in it's socket.
You give a squeal as it happens, then stare at her in awe, panting. Isadora wastes no time in pulling back and going right back to comforting you, rubbing her head all up against your neck.
You've scented eachother many times before, but that's really not the goal here— Isa's glad you're okay, and you're completely overjoyed that she's here with you.
So when she lays down beside you, you immediately spring up. Careful with your freshly fixed leg, you walk circles around her, occasionally pushing your head up against her.
All Isadora can do is watch in amusement, following your excited little movements with her eyes.
Eventually, when you've had enough, you lay back down against your mate, scooting into her arms and tucking your head under her chin, breathing heavily against her fur. She nuzzles into the top of your head one last time, before throwing her limbs over you in a protective move.
Wolves are supposed to be active at night, but seeing how much it wore you out right now, she decides to abandon that for tonight and let you drift off, safe in her arms.