The Limits

Chapter 2

Venable watched everyone eat, carefully grabbing a bite of her cube ever few minutes. She could feel her muscles tensing and twisting, something wanting to burst free. A soft growl escaped Venable, everyone looking around in mild terror. "What was that?" Coco squeaked, not knowing the source of the growl. "This place is haunted." Gallant hissed, whispering how he should've known.

Everyone but you looked scared. You were staring at Venable, almost as if you looked to her. It troubled Venable deep inside to not have you quiver in fear, but rather immediately turn to her for comfort. It was her best tool to frighten others into submission. "No need to be afraid." Venable heroically spoke, standing proudly. "You are all safe here in my care. Nothing will harm you." Venable added, the new residents quivering and looking to her for guidance.

Supper had ended, leaving Venable alone. Just as she came into her room and shut the door, she fell to the floor. Her claws scratched at the concrete flooring, muscles tensing and twitching as fur escaped from the collar of her dress. Her eyes opened, her sense of smell heightened. Her dress fell off, slightly torn in some places as she scratched at her door. Her feral state made grunts and grumbles I frustration escape her maw as she forgot she locked the door.

Frustration heated Venable under her fur, slamming her muscular body against the doors over and over. The wood cracked slightly, hearing Ms. Mead carefully rush people to their rooms away from the hall.

Venable slammed her body against the door once again, almost tripping over her paws as she took a few steps forward. Breathing in the scent of the area around her, Venable raced through the halls like a dog running from it's owner. Running past Ms. Mead, she clamored over the table. She looked over at the woman as she stood on the table on all fours. "You need to get to your room." She hissed quietly, Venable giving a soft huff of retaliation. Ms. Mead lunged forward slightly, Venable flipping the table over as she leapt off. She ran to her room, not looking to see if Ms. Mead was behind her.

Venable flopped onto her belly as she got in her room, Ms. Mead closing the door behind her. "You are one stone cold woman, but I know zoomies when I see them." She whispered, a soft growl escaping Venable as she glanced at the crate of dog toys she had smuggled in. Ms. Mead moved slowly towards the crate, picking up a Kong that was prepared earlier that day. As she threw it into Venable's panic room, the werewolf quickly ran into the room, Ms. Mead closing the door. When she felt that Venable wasn't coming out, she went to leave the room.

Ms. Mead closed the doors behind her, jumping a little as she saw you. "Is Ms. Venable okay?" You inquired, eyes wide in worry. "She's okay, she's just feeling a little... Excitable." Ms. Mead reassured, smiling.