Breaking Point (BWWM)

4. Turmoil

"Are you sure you're alright to do this?" Brooke fretted for the umpteenth time, looking behind herself at Lucinda, who stood meekly beside Brooke's beloved Range Rover. The two had ventured far outside the colony, even surpassing human territory into the deepest woods they could have managed to encounter. Brooke was jittery with excitement. Lucinda swallowed, averting her gaze as her new in-law began to pull off her denim shorts.

"It's just that you're so quiet today... Well, you're quiet every day but I dunno, something's different." The younger woman shrugged, tugging her tank top over her head, chucking her clothes into the back seat. Lucy squirms where she stands, unable to look in Brooke's direction.

Brooke hardly batted an eye, regarding Lucy as though her nudity was nothing to be wary of, "Come on, Lucy, while the scents are fresh! I can smell game already!" She urged and her sapphire eyes shifted, a deep, beastly blue-grey shade replacing them. Lucinda flinched at the sudden and quick transition from her human form, within seconds Brooke was dressed with thick welts of ashen grey fur, she had a large patch of white on her bust, which raced along her stomach.

You're not shifting? Lucinda heard the wolf's voice bellow in their familial link. The canine expression only registered so much emotion, however Lucinda unmistakably noticed disappointment in Brooke's demeanor. Her wolf was massive, they typically stood taller than their human forms.

She firmly shakes her head, pursing her plump lips and biting her inner cheek. Lucinda was entirely capable of shifting, although it was not something she was keen on engaging in, contrary to her counterparts. Once you shift enough the transformation would stop being so painful, though Lucinda never breached that relief. She avoided shifting at all costs if it meant she wouldn't have to withstand the excruciating pain it brought.

Brooke huffed through her wet brown snout, but seemed to perk up at the scent of something racing along the line of trees. It wasn't small like a squirrel or bird, it's weight too heavy to make just a light rustle.

Her long tail sways left to right as her blue-grey eyes narrow on the wavering bushels. Follow my lead, Lucy. She urged, desperate not to lose the creature.

Lucinda watched her long, rough tongue slither over her razor sharp fangs, accompanied by a deep grumble in Brooke's stomach. Lucy's stomach fluttered, too, though she wasn't hungry in the slightest.

I won't make you shift, if that's what you're worried about. Just help me catch lunch. Brooke reasoned, paying Lucy a short gaze in her direction before sinking to the ground and creeping toward the mass of the animal. She took cover in the dark forestry, eyes training on the bright, white cotton tail of the large brown rabbit she'd spotted.

Lucy stayed quiet, not in favor of sabotaging Brooke's hunt. The younger woman clearly seemed to enjoy hunting as a pastime, though Lucinda didn't exactly feel the same appeal. She stayed back just far enough so that the rabbit would never suspect her. Lucinda stood in the foreboding presence of Brooke's shadow, who's tail fanned the layer of dry dirt as she readied herself to pounce.

Lucinda heard the rabbit's distressed wail, it was a fat old thing, and it struggled under Brooke's heavy, thick paws until her long fangs punctured it's throat. Dark crimson streams spewed from the gaping wounds, and the rabbit went limp. Brooke looks up at Lucinda expectantly, You're not hungry? She tore at the flesh that contained its' contents, introducing the hot, ghastly gore to the outer world. Lucinda startles as Brooke pries the bloodied entrails from within it's limp flesh.

Lucy grimaced as the rabbit's scent began to rot, the sight of it's mauled and mutilated flesh was severely nauseating. She lost her footing as her eyes began to cross. Lucy? Are you alright? Brooke's beastly form lifted it's head, a mouth full of the rabbit's innards.