Rachel had just finished her hunt. She was actually relived it was over. The reason being that she was had had to kill a bear. Still, it tasted ok, kind of like steak, and she was still kind of high off the blood lust she had when she was fighting the thing.
Rachel decided to take a few more bites of the bear, she cut off its paw with her claws and put it between her teeth to take to Rebecca. Just as she was about to leave however, she heard a loud wolf howl.
"I wonder who that was."
Rachel said playfully, felling like she knew it was Cynthia. Rachel had definitely felt something for her new friend when she was being transformed by her.
Rachel had hoped the legend of the camp was true. Although it was the kind of hope that you knew was impossible. Rachel had been disgusted by men at a young age (10) when she was molested (not raped.) by her father. Then she was taken by C.P.S and placed in a new home at age 11. When she was 12 she had discovered werewolves from the internet and she fell in love with them. After that she became an introvert and secretly admitted to herself she was lesbian, after she caught her self looking at a few of the girls in school.
Anyway, still could hardly believe she had gotten one of her deepest desires. Now all she had to do was convince Cynthia to be her mate. And then, she could move on to the next phase of her plan.
"Vary good." Rebecca said to the 3 of you.
"Tell me, how did it feel?"
"Like I couldn’t control my self." you answered.
"I know, it's called blood lust." Rebecca answered. "It’s like an advanced form of adrenalin. It’ll be your best friend one day." "Just like it was for Rachel."
At that the girl looked shocked. "I handled myself really well." Rachel replied. "I probably could've killed it without the boost."
Rebecca made a grunting laugh. "So confident, you best watch that girl." Rachel looked down, most likely in embarrassment. "Alright, come you 3, it's time for bed. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.