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*WILL POV*

6:48 am Friday, September 17th (omg the same day the movie was released how coincidental!)
Will woke up in a cold sweat, as usual. This time however, it did not feel right. He felt warmer then usual, if that was even possible, and more girlish. He started to sit up and rub his eyes when he noticed his hands felt heavier too. He finally looked down and noticed how swollen his hand looked, and after blinking away some blurriness, he saw claws. This made him hop out of bed in a frenzy. He remembered watching the hit 2010s movie "Alpha and Omega" last night, but he never expected to see it again. Not in real life, and not manifested in him. It was only when his mind cleared that he noticed the giant tail behind him. He was colored a light burnt sienna with a splatter of eggnog on his paws. He was now a true furry. He opened the door to his room and stumbled to the kitchen. At the sight of him, his dogs started growling, not recognizing the creature he has become.
"Guys, it's just me"
He pleaded, trying to get them to remember a familiar face. In pure desperation, he fell down onto all four limbs, trying to get to their level. He even let out a stray bark. He didn't mean to, but it forced its way out of his mouth as if it was....habit. Now that he was down here, being on all fours felt more natural. He could move like he was 20 again, and felt faster, so he could run from that obnoxious deer. His dogs were now scratching at the back door to get away from this creature and he slowly went over to open it. The second he turned the knob they all ran out, and he sighed. It was only now that he noticed the TV had paused on the last scene of the "Alphas and Omega" movies. An uneasy feeling runs through him as he plods over to his bathroom, to a mirror. It is hard to stand back up on his hind legs, and he feels like one of those dogs when its owner makes them stand so they can dance with them we they thought they were just giving paw but then got both arms picked up. He shakes off the feeling and breathes. The only thing he had planned today was to see Dr. Lecter, which would wait because he wouldn't understand the ways of the wolves probably. He was truly wolf now. He looked exactly like the omega from the movie (for a mental picture, look up "Kate alpha and omega"). He was not an omega. He had arm hair and went fishing. Those were manly activities, he would know as he secretly runs the man facebook group. He knew that if Freddie got a hold of this he would probably be publicly shamed, not for being a wolf/furry but for being an omega when he clearly is not. The phone rings, snapping him out of his thoughts.

When he picks it up, Hannibal Lecter (his therapist?) is on the other end. He states as followed:
"Sorry Will, I'm going to have to cancel your appointment for today"
(will could hear him FURrow his brow on the other end)
"I will have a tall TAIL for you when all this gets sorted out, but I can incapable of going into work today, it is simply imPAWssible"
Will quickly picked up on his wolf puns using his new and improved wolf sense (like spider sense but for wolves)
"Hannibal, are you a furry too?"
he hears a quiet swear on the other end
"Will I must go, we dont know how many people this will effect"
the line goes dead. Will shoves the phone back into its holder and looks around. Well, if theres nothing else to do, he should start a to-do list!

TO DO
1. re watch alpha beta omega to get into wolf mood
2. howl at moon
3. eat meat (not by hannibal)
4. join a pack for friends!
5. figure out how to be human again (optional)

Will is kind of enjoying wolf life. Do you think this means he will not have to work again? He hated going to crime scenes and then eating their insides within the next few weeks with his therapist. This was probably a REALLY unhealthy workplace relationship, but it was honestly past the point of no return, and tbh humans tasted good. Being a wolf also had its perks, like he no longer had to wear clothes, so he had nothing to sweat through! he could also lick himself clean, which he thought would greatly bring down his water bill. Currently Will lived on a big preserve, much like the movie, and the water he got was well water which was hard and turned everything orange with iron, so this was a big plus (not having to shower and being able to lick himself). He did realize his big coat might be a bit of a problem with his sweating issue, but honestly isn't that why he's seeing a therapist. Anyways, he decides he needs to do a little hike in the countryside, maybe find a pack and maybe get married and stay out there forever. Something about being a wolf just seemed so much more desirable then being a human. He briefly considered that he might have turned into a wolf because he toured a nuclear power plant yesterday, but it was probably unrelated.

*HANNIBAL POV*

9:37 am Friday, September 10th
Unlike Will, Hannibal wakes up at a more reasonable time to an alarm clock, not whenever his sweat drips down his back in such a fashion that it tingles more then usual and wakes him up. By the first beep of the alarm Hannibal is positioned upright in his bed, alarm off and standing. This is why Hannibal knew something was off when he went to turn off his alarm and his entire hand smashed through his VERY expensive Louis Vuitton alarm clock. His claw managed to position itself right between the L and the V, making the logo now LCV. Now everyone will think he supports the League of Conservative Voters. What a shame, he does run their facebook group though. (He is not a conservative voter though because they don't stand with furries which he supports he gets a lot of them in therapy. He yanks his hand back towards him and by the time he is standing up he knows something is severely wrong. He is no longer in his silk Hermès pajamas, but now covered in (probably cheap) fur. His coat was dove gray and swordfish white markings. He thought he looked like Humphrey from that kids movie Will had spent his entire session talking about instead of his crippling fear of antlered meat. Will, right. He quickly calls will to cancel the appointment.
"Sorry Will, I'm going to have to cancel your appointment for today" He says. But as he starts saying the next part of his speech that was written on a post it note because he got too scared talking to him on the phone, he noticed another post it note by the phone filled with dog related puns he wanted to use on Will the next time they spoke. He decided now would be the perfect time to use them, as he loves dogs and Hannibal was currently one, so maybe Will would finally love him.
"Hannibal, are you a furry too?" Hannibal panicked. This response was not on his tiny post it note with arrows pointing to the next words he says. Hannibal quickly stumbled out a response and broke the phone with his claw. He ran into the bathroom, desperate to take his morning shower and shave. But, then he remembered something,
Humphrey was an alpha. Hannibal couldn't be an ALPHA. He cooks for gods sake that's such a women in the kitchen job. He giggles and kicks his feet when Will calls, and drinks red wine. He is an omega!!!! This was very distressing for him, and he forgot to cancel his other patients for the day, forgetting he actually had a job since he was now a full time furry. He only remembered when he heard a soft knock from the other side of the door. Shit, this patient was afraid of wolves.
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One second!!" He called, and raced into into his secrete room behind the bookshelves that has wine and clothes. In his wolf state, he only know realized he had walked to his office in his Hermès night gown. He slowly walked back down the stairs, after throwing on a fishermen hat he kept in the spare room, and swung open the door. The lady paid no attention to his get up, and started ranting the second the door was open, something about her daughter that he had no time for. She finally sat down in one of the velvet chairs he had found at a yard sale and looked him in the face.
"Forgot to shave today?" she asked. Hannibal cleared his throat and shifted around in his seat, trying to not allow his tail to show, that would be a total dog giveaway.
"Hannibal, you shouldn't be wearing a hat inside, what if you need to run from a wild pack of dogs and it catches the wind and slows you down?!" She said with genuine concern for his well being as if he doesn't kill people in his ofttimes.
"I think we should stop worrying about what I'm wearing and start talking about your irrational fear of dogs. Let's say...perchance...I happened to be a dog. What would you do?"
The women gave a glance to the door and scooted her chair back an inch, except they were really heavy so she more or less just sunk into it more. Hannibal let out a small laugh, no, bark, and quickly covered his muzzle with his hands that were encased in mittens. (He also kept mittens in the backroom because he would blast the AC when Will came and he couldn't loose all ten fingers for this man). After a swift recovery and a long story about his Dior gloves, they finally got into their normal swing.
After many appointments and telling people they are being stupid, Hannibal was finally free to walk on four legs again, the normal way. We wondered what he would make for dinner, and almost leaped with joy when he realized how easy it would be to kill for dinner as a non human. He was going to make the best dinner yet, and become the best host is human-wolf history.

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HANNIBAL POV

1:16 am, November 18th (1 day after change)

Hannibal pawed (haha get it) at his lucious silk nightgown as his fingers danced over the numbers on his phone. He had called Will 237 times since changing into a wolf, (only 3 were accidents), but he's still heard no response. He grew increasingly anxious. While he knew in his heart it was totally moral to trick Will into thinking he wasn't sick so he could keep him reliant on himself, he could've never expected them to turn into furries!!! This crosses the line for him, and all this lying to Will about his medical conditions has finally caught up to him. Who knew what that freak of a man could be doing by now. He hoped he hadn’t just run into the woods with his dogs, but that was seeming like the more probable outcome (Will is a freak). Just then, two quick knocks game from the waiting room of his therapist office. He hops up and sprints to the door, hoping to see Will's beautiful handsome encephalitis face. Instead he sees a mass of red hair and an ugly face attached to it #FreddieHater. He quickly points to his no soliciting sign which has been crossed out and the word soliciting was replaced with Freddie. She sighs and shakes her head with a smile before taking out her tape recorder and starting her interview.
“So, when did you get into this hobby?” She asks quizzically
Hannibal looked down and became extremely aware of the fact he was a wolf, (an alpha no less).
“Freddie, as much as a support furries I am in no way affiliated with their ideals or hobbies” Hannibal sighed as he moved to close the door. Then, an idea popped in his head.
“What if I told you I could get you an interview with a real fur suiter?” Hannibal asked
Freddie's eyes widened as she turned the camera around to face herself. “Guys! Today we could be getting a close up look at a fur suiter BEFORE the convention seasons, in their natural habitat. This is never before seen footage so make sure to like and subscribe for more content!!! (GONE WRONG) EMOTIONAL!!!!” She clicks off the camera and turns back towards Hannibal. “So where is he?” She asked. Hannibal placed a paw on Freddie and looked at her, concerned, “Freddie, I thought you worked for the newspaper.”
She smiled, “I do.” He shook his head once more, “How are people going to like and subscribe then? Do you even know what that means?” She shook her head and gave a knowing look. “Hannibal,” she started, “These days you don’t need to know what you're saying, it's all about your tone. People will believe anything! I could even say you're a real wolf and they'd believe it! Or that you're the Chesapeake Ripper! Although we know that's not true. The Ripper is not the wolf.” She looked him up and down and frowned. “Ok now take me to this furry!”

WILL POV

2:45 am, November 18th (1 day after change)
Will, in his increasingly worse condition due to Hannibal not allowing him proper medical treatment, decided to not go into the woods yesterday and spend another day in his house, figuring out what he would need to bring into the woods. A quick list off the top of his head was food, water and maybe some medicine? He quickly scratched that plan when he found he couldn’t grab a backpack without opposable thumbs. He woke up this morning with double the sweat down his back, no thanks to the fur, and decided it would be better to just stay up. He seemed to see better now anyways.
After doing some introspective thinking, he realized that being a wolf meant he had to eat meat, something that has unsettled him since Hannibal started his cooking escapades. He had left the back door open last night in hopes his dogs would recognize his smell and come home, but when he walked into the he saw no dogs, just a bunch of leaves and mud covering the ground. He forgot that leaving a door open in the middle of a national park probably wasn’t the best plan, but neither was turning into a furry. He quickly shut the door and thought briefly about seeing Hannibal, as from what he could tell of their phone call, Hannibal was in the same situation. However, he was worried that Hannibal would try some weird wolf thing on him. He already had enough to deal with now, at least Hannibal couldn’t make him draw clocks as a wolf (he hopes).
He figured that if this happened to any normal person, they would probably be freaking out by now, but for some reason he felt calm. Maybe it had to do with going to so many crime scenes, this was like the least of his worries. He had just finished cleaning up all the mud and leaves when he heard a petite and polite knock on the door. He rolled his eyes and knew who it would be. He swung open the door to find the leader of the women facebook page, Freddie. Her red curly hair flash banged him so hard he forgot he should probably start explaining why he’s a wolf. She didn’t seem to mind though, and quickly snapped a few pictures (with flash) of him as he disgruntly covered his face.
“Will, I didn’t know you were a furry, but I guess you had to have some weird hobbies to cope with all the murder you see!”
She seemed uncharacteristically cheery, so he figured she must have ruined someone’s life recently.
“Murder husbands was a big headline hit, but i’m thinking this might be better! Especially since Hannibal was a furry too when I saw him, did you get him into that?”
She held out her silver tape recorder, and he slammed the door in her face. Maybe he should get into the forest earlier than expected. He hoped he would still be good at fishing like this.