Irresistible

Chapter One: The First Transformation

Author's Notes: There will be no G!P in this version of the story. If you wish to have the G!P version, please inbox me separately and, with enough requests, I will make it happen.

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the songs mentioned in this fanfiction. I only own the ideas.

"Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile
I just followed your scent, you can just follow my smile"

-Fall Out Boy ft. Demi Lovato

A small, brunette woman was clawing her way across campus, stumbling as she tried to avoid anyone and everyone. Her heart was racing, feeling hatred towards herself after what had just happened. She knew what she had just done was what any couple did, but part of her felt wrong. The woman felt like she had cheated, but knew that she was in a relationship with Jesse with whom she had just had sex. It was okay, but why did it feel so wrong? Another question was why was she having these pains? Her mind was racing as she ran across campus, a few shouts being yelled at her for bumping into people, but she didn't stop.

Ignoring their calls, she ran faster as the pain increased. Her breathing was labored as if she was hyperventilating and her sight was fading in and out, which meant that she was close. Close to what, she had no idea. Holding it inside was painful, but she couldn't risk being around anyone from what her mind was telling her. The small brunette found her way to the woods that were just off campus and felt her body caving in. The young woman wasn't sure what was happening, but this hadn't happened before.

It had been thirty days since she was bitten by that animal, not that she had truly been counting the days since the incident. She wasn't sure if it was a dog or coyote, but no wolves lived in the state of Georgia in the wild. So, it simply couldn't be a wolf. What was happening felt like her body was betraying her and it was painful.

The petite brunette felt a fire beneath her skin and screamed as the fire built to its height. Doubled over in the woods, she started to feel sharp pain and cracking of her bones. Her body was contorting and seeing this made her sick. Her sight was starting to change from color to grayscale and felt her heart starting to race faster. Looking away from what was happening to her body, Beca couldn't handle looking anymore. It was disturbing to see the changes that she was going through.

When she looked away, a howl from not too far away called her and felt it calling her towards it. The brunette snarled and looked in the direction of the call. Sprinting off, she felt herself starting to change more and soon started off on all fours. Paws soon replaced her hands and her fur looked much like her hair as it grew. Her clothing was torn into shreds as she finished transforming into whatever it was, a chocolate colored wolf. She was flying on all fours; her speed was unmatched compared to her human speed and it felt great. Her paws were gracefully touching the ground as she sped up. The feeling of the wind in her fur was like nothing she had felt before. It was freedom. It felt like nothing could stop her as she made her way through the woods, until another creature jumped her.

With a thud and a roll, she felt another creature on top of her, its russet colored fur sticking out like a sore thumb. It was snarling at her and bracing itself for a fight, or at least Beca thought it was. Therefore, the chocolate wolf retaliated. Snapping at it with her canines, the other wolf released her. The brown wolf stood up and started to snarl, hackles rising and her tail sticking up in the air. With her fangs barred, the other wolf whined and fell to the ground, belly up in submission.

Did this wolf know her? More importantly, why did she feel that she knew the wolf before her? This hadn't been the one to bite her, but there was a familiar feeling that she couldn't quite place. The red wolf turned from her back and onto her stomach, carefully crawling towards the brown wolf. Licking her chin, the red wolf submitted to her and Beca accepted the submission by licking it back on its ear.

Before either of the wolves could acquaint themselves, a howl came from nearby and the red wolf tore off, leaving a confused chocolate brown wolf alone. Beca stood there, shocked and startled at what had just happened. She was a wolf and the ginger furred wolf had left before she could discover whom it was. Something was familiar to her and it was going to bother her for some time.

Despite her want to process the information, a hunger pain happened for the wolf. She put her nose to the ground as she sniffed for any signs of prey nearby. There was something nearby, which drew her to mask her scent. Rolling around in the mud, leaves, and dirt that were on the ground, the brown wolf covered herself from head to paw in an Earthy scent. After she finished, the wolf bounded off towards the scent.

Beca found a small deer roaming on its own, which was rare to see for one so small. Looking around to see if there was a buck, doe, or another deer around, the wolf got herself ready to fight for her food. Before she could go, the deer stopped and looked around. This was her chance. Sprinting, the wolf tore after the deer. Grabbing it by one ankle, the deer fell to the ground. Before she could go for its neck, it was back running away from her. However, it was much slower considering it had limited use of its hind leg. She chased after it, keeping its distance from its front legs, Beca tore at the good back leg and brought it down again.

However, it wasn't going to die without a fight. It was back to trying to fight for its life, adrenaline coursing through its veins much like it was for her. It started off again and was trying to get away. Trotting at a slower pace this time, she went for the neck and brought it down. Seeing the fear in its eyes, the brown canine whined and closed her own eyes to avoid sympathy. Beca knew that she would feel for the animal if she looked it in the eyes. If she could, she would apologize for its untimely and grotesque death. Snapping its neck, blood laced her fangs and muzzle as she tore its flesh. The wolf released its neck and stood there in awe of her power before she bowed in respect of the deer's spirit.

'Thank you for your sacrifice,' Beca thought, burying her head under the head of the deer and into its neck, 'Your life will not be forgotten.'

The words had just flown from her mind, as if she had been doing this for a long time. However, this had been her first kill as a wolf. For the chocolate colored wolf, this was scary and thrilling at the same time. Killing something wasn't what she had ever planned on doing, but the thrill of the hunt had been overpowering and her hunger had driven an instinct that she hadn't experienced before. She felt bad for the animal that she had killed, but Beca knew that wolves needed to nourish their bodies. For the petite wolf, the deer was a bit too big for a single meal. However, she thought of finding that red wolf that she had run into earlier. That, though, would be a feat in itself.

The wolf hated to be wasteful, but other animals would be able to make a meal out of it. Digging in with a snarl, the wolf tore a bite from the deer's sirloin tip. With each bite, the more she craved and it showed. Her fangs tore at the meat; their former white coloring was now a crimson red as she continued to tear the flesh. Taking most of the sirloin tip from the deer's body and some of the rump and tenderloin, the wolf found herself full from the meal she had eaten consisting of around 2 pounds, which was the limit for her human body as she was near 100 pounds and didn't want to make herself sick.

Grabbing the ankle of the deer, she struggled to tear it from the body. After a few attempts, the wolf finally managed to get it free with a crack. Stumbling back, she proudly looked at the meal she would have later. Taking the leg, she started to dig a little further away. For some reason, she wanted to bury this part to save for later. It seemed almost instinctual for her.

Digging into the ground was proving to be a bit difficult with her full stomach, but she managed to create a depression in the ground. Burying the leg, the wolf started to walk slowly from the body of her first successful hunt. Her body telling her to take a nap, but she knew she needed to get further away from her meal in order to relax. Her stomach was slightly distended and her mind was growing foggy as if she was conserving energy. As she made a good distance between herself and her meal, the wolf lay down and closed her eyes, licking her lips of the blood that was staining her fur until she was too tired to do even that.

Hearing a familiar snarl coming closer, the wolf growled as best she could in her tired state. As soon as she started to growl, the other wolf appeared and stopped, her bright blue eyes dancing with excitement. The copper wolf was clearly thrilled to see the brown wolf and, if Beca was being honest, she was too. The other wolf noticed the blood on the petite wolf and whimpered. Knowing exactly what the wolf meant, the brown wolf got to her paws and started back slowly towards the meal that she had just had. As they reached the destination, the wolf noticed birds of prey starting to circle the carcass. Snarling, the brown wolf motioned for the wolf to claim her stake on the meat before the birds closed in.

Observing the auburn wolf's behavior, Beca noticed that the wolf wasn't a big hunter and was more of a scavenger. However, the russet wolf was larger and more built for fighting than she was. It was curious to see such a large, beautiful wolf that was so tame. Perhaps, it was a sympathetic wolf that couldn't find it in himself or herself to kill. That led her to; also, believe that she was an omega in her current pack. The chocolate brown wolf watched as the red wolf tore into the flesh of the deer, growling happily at its meal. Licking her own lips, Beca closed her eyes again as the wolf continued her meal. It felt like ten minutes before she heard the other wolf walking over to her, clearly happy with the meal that the chocolate wolf had managed to bring down herself.

For an hour after their meals, the two remained close to each other. For Beca, this wolf felt like comfort, truth, and light. Something was drawing her to this wolf, but she had no idea what. This wasn't the wolf that bit her, but this wolf was going to be significant to her. She could feel its importance to her. This female wolf was important in her life, but had no idea how one could be so important. Closing her eyes, the brown wolf curled into the russet wolf's side with her muzzle. The two curled close together and felt at peace, whining softly into the other's pelt as they drifted off into slumber. Right before Beca dozed off, she remembered to try and ask for the wolves name, but her companion was already a sleep soundly. A resemblance of a smirk formed on her muzzle as she followed the other wolf into slumber.