Aphmau X Child! Reader

Chapter 17

Aurthers body was nothing more than misshappened chunks of meat now.

The mother of the little wolf stared at the once burly man, watching blankly as her wolf pups pulled away from their meal with bloody snouts and snarling teeth.

Her perfectly polished heels tapped lightly against the marble flooring as she reached a manicured hand down to pat one of the werewolf's on the head.

It growled at her. She didn't even flinch, her eyes darting down to give the animal a warning gaze. The wolf-looking human recoiled under her stare, its growls dying down just from those simple pointed words.

It backed away submissively, lowering its head to the ground, which earned a supportive nod from the little wolfs mother.

"There we go. You've had your meal. Yeah? Are you full? Good! You'll need the energy for what's going to come next."

With that, she stood up a little straighter pulling out another gun, a gun different from the one she used to shoot and kill Cassandra, and cocked it back. She hummed with satisfaction and looked toward the bathroom door where her once lover and daughter resided.

They weren't going to make it out of there together. She would make sure of it.

"Yoo-hoo! Papa Wolf? I'm growing impatient~!" She sing-songed, voice all cheery and encouraging.

With the way this woman's sounds, you wouldn't even dare to think that the heinous actions that took place tonight was all her doing.

Still, it was.

And Papa Wolf himself knew just what he had to do if he didn't want to face her most vile nature.

"Come on out now, and just do what you're tol-" "Papa Wolf! What're you doing!? STOP!"

"Oh?" The beautiful woman tilted her head at the sharp, terrified cry of her daughter, the smile on her lips not leaving her face even once. "What's this now?"

"Shut up! Stop struggling, you damn brat, you're making this harder than it needs to be!"

"No! NonONO! Let GO OF ME! PLEASE!" "I said STOP STRUGGLING!" "But-But! I thought it was you and me! I thought we-" "I said, SHUT THE HELL UP!" "AH-!"

There was a sharp thudding sound of a body being slammed against the wall following the cry of the little wolf.

The sounds of a struggle were evident.

The little wolfs mother heard what sounded like another sharp whine from the little wolf and then a grunt from papa wolf himself.

Then, silence.

For five entire minutes, no sounds were heard from the bathroom. The woman standing in the middle of all of the chaos made no room to move toward the door. This could all be some ploy, after all.

But then the door opened. A tall, lanky figure that was all wolf muscle, but no human fat emerged from the shadows, a small but tired frown etched onto their person.

And low and behold, there Papa Wolf was.

Holding a black trash bag, panting, and a single red scratch blooming bright on the right side of his worn face.

The trash bag, the woman assumed, was holding the little wolf herself inside, just based on its shape. But it was unmoving. Not a hint of life was inside of that thing.

She hummed a low, amused sound from deep in the back of her throat. Her uncannily calm expression never changed.

"Oh wow.." She drawled as Papa Wolf stepped closer, squeezing the top of the trash bag in a cruel, white-knuckled grip.