While the kids had been exceptionally authorized to stay up latter than usual, so they could ask all the question they wanted to their transformed sister, in the end they had still needed to go sleep, their father tucking them in their bed. Of course, they had needed the assurance that they could still ask some more question to Jill the next day. (He was thankful all this happened a friday night.)
In the morning, Jane opened her eyes to the bleak decor of her self-imposed prison. After putting her now shredded cloth on her pile of already destroyed ones, like after every full moon nights, she used an opening system too sophisticated for her wolfish self, exited her not so secret cage anymore through its entrance inside her closet, shut the hidden entrance while garbing a pajama, and finally exiting her closet after having put on the previously quoted pajama.
She was about to go downstairs to prepare breakfast like nothing happened when her memories from last night came back to her.
This prompted June to run to Jill's room, entering precipitately to shake her daughter, who was sleeping on top of her bed, still in wolf form, while accusingly asking "How can you?!? HOW CAN YOU!?!"
Jill groggily woke up, shifting back to human form at the same time. "Mu… Mom?!? What's the problem?"
But her mother, who didn't seem to have heard her, garbed her now human but still nude daughter and tackled her to the nearest wall. "Wolves are monsters, Jill!"
"How so?"
"They eat kids! And sometimes even adult humans!!!"
"Only in fairytales, mon."
"They decimate herds of sheep and goats!"
"It's easy preys, and it wouldn't happen if peoples properly watched over their livestock."
"Sometimes they hunt for pleasure, not eating their kills!"
"Are we still speaking of wolves?!? Because I heard of humans doing it, and they generally are rather proud of themselves, but never of any proved case of a wolf doing so. Do you have more fallacious arguments to trow at me?"
That last remark earned Jill a slap. Glaring at her mother the younger werewolf stomped to her closet, dressing herself before garbing a duffel bag and started to began to fill it with her clothes.
"Where do you think you're going!?!" asked an incensed Jane.
"To live with granny, her at least don't have anything against werewolves. she even married one! Knowingly!"
And with that Jill walked toward her grand-mother's house which, conveniently enough, happened to be on the other side of the street.