Brenda gently sank her fangs into the child’s forearm.
As the red rage subsided, realization dawned on Brenda, realization followed by horror and self-loathing. She withdrew, horrified, causing the unconscious girl to moan.
Her fellow creatures regarded her with apprehension,
"Brenda! What have you done?” Brenda started, seeing Lisa glaring at her with baleful eyes.
“I thought…I thought you…that you wanted us to attack her!!”
“You FOOL! YOU FOOL, BRENDA! She’s just a CHILD, for the love of God!!! Have you any IDEA what you’ve just done to her?”
Brenda began to whine mournfully. “B-But y-y-you SAID…” Lisa growled, cutting her off. “I SAID you need to keep her back, not pounce on her and bite the girl, imbecile!” Lisa snarled heatedly. “I need time to think about this Brenda, but you WILL be punished for this. SEVERELY!!”
Solange’s head spun in bewilderment. She didn’t dare criticize Lisa, but wasn’t that what the plan was? She licked Tina’s face gently and asked; “Lisa, uh, now what do we do?” Her Alpha snorted. “NOW, we try to slip away without attracting too much attention, and hope to God that we aren’t recognized. Let’s go!”
Her bushy tail tucked between her legs, Brenda followed Lisa and Solange. Her heart was wracked with guilt. One big rule of being a werewolf was that you only gifted someone with the permission of the Alpha, and you never, EVER, gifted someone under eighteen, and to gift somebody who hadn’t even begun to mature was as depraved an act as murder. The effects of the bite on someone so young were completely unknown. Brenda swallowed hard and whimpered, willing to accept any retribution dealt to her.
As the Indiana night faded into the soft greys of dawn, an exhilarated but exhausted glossy black werewolf named Wendy Patel settled down for a rest under some newly fallen hickory trees. She missed her friends, but it was still a fantastic way to spend the night, feeling the wind in her new pelt, chasing deer and rabbits. Her night’s kill was a white-tailed deer that had seen better days, but the chase was thrilling and the kill, the feeling of the deer’s blood flowing down her throat was orgasmic.
I could get used to this, she thought. She would need to explain herself to her poor little brother that she had left behind, but for now she would rest. The warmth of the sun would hopefully wake her for the transformation. Wendy wondered if the change to human form would be as pleasant as the change to wolf. She flexed her new claws and arched her back and settled in for a nap.