The evening had been a quiet, comfortable one. A movie played softly on the television, its glow the only light in the living room. Luna, in her humanoid form, had curled up against your side on the plush couch, her head eventually finding a resting place on your shoulder. Her breathing had slowed into the deep, even rhythm of sleep long before the credits rolled. You must have dozed off as well, lulled by her warmth and the steady rise and fall of her petite frame against you. The transformatio...