Her stomach was churning and the smell of the meat just a few feet away was too much. "I'm... not.... I'm not...," she started muttering to herself. She wasn't a complete wolf right now. She was almost completely human. Yet there was something about the smell of Peter that continued to make her want to just give in to the beast inside of her mind.
Why can't I just change the rest of the way and be done with it, a part of her said. Another part, much smaller, was terrified that she thought this. She knew what the repercussions would be.
"I..." Jennifer said, staring into the street. "I can't. I'm not.... I don't have the teeth," she said as an excuse.
Peter looked to her, out to the street, and back to her. He nodded.
In moments his body exploded in size, turning back into the bestial form. With a leap he dashed out into the street and attacked. Several were dead before the screams began, and by that moment it was over. He had slashed two of the people dead, grabbed one of them, and yanked a twitching corpse into the alleyway. "Eat deeper in the alley," he said to her. "I will lead them away." He leaned in and rubbed his mussel against her face softly before dashing back out into the daylight, creating more havoc and keeping everyone's attention on him.
I so want his pups, she thought again. For some reason the human part of her didn't object.
Looking down, she could see the random man twitching on the ground. Blood was pouring out, and he was not long for the world. She salivated and her stomach growled again, but she resisted long enough to pull the body back away from the street and behind some crates Robert had knocked over during their fun. It would be ten minutes later, when Jennifer had her face covered in blood and had swallowed a bit of internal organ did she even consider that what she had done was horrific.
"Give it up," she told herself quietly. "You need this. Until you can get this fixed, this is Kyle's fault. Not yours." She licked her lips. Oh the meat was wonderful. "It's all his fault," she said again as she began to feed herself again on what was left. The part of her mind that knew this was badly wrong went quiet. On the inside, she knew she would break down completely if she tried to accept the evil of what she was doing. She needed to function. She needed to live. She needed to just blame this all on Kyle and be done with any responsibility. She needed....
Oh, the meat tasted so good.
When she truly finished, she stood up, adjusted what was left of her outfit, and ran through the back alleys to get away from the body. On her way, she found an old ratty knitted cap and pulled it over her ears. Finally she saw a group on another street fleeing. Some of them were bloodied, and Jennifer smiled. She dove out of the alley and joined them, looking like one more victim trying to get away from the attacking monster. To help matters, she "accidentally" tripped and fell into the square's water fountain, cleaning most of the blood and bits off. She climbed out quickly, as any panicked individual would, and continued to flee. Cop cars drove by, heading in the direction of Peter's commotion, but to her shock she saw Peter in his angelic human form up ahead of her stepping out from a side road. Not behind her. "What the...?" she muttered.
She ran up to him as others continued to run by around them. He was wearing a pair of ill-fitting pants and a FAR too tight shirt. "You're not making the mess down there?" she said looking back towards the direction the police went.
"No," he said. "I did at first, but once I realized something else was going on to get everyone's attention, I swiped some clothes and started looping back to find out what was going on."
"So who's...?" Her mind came up with an answer. "Robert."
"Maybe," Peter said.