The Fight for Survival

1. A new dawn, the creatures strike back.

~~~~~~~~~~Lyra P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~

She peeled another slice of ham from the packet and stuffed it in her mouth with lightening speed, already stuffing another two pieces in before she swallowed the first. She finished the entire packet in under a minute.

Her mother watched, mouth gaping. To anyone else she would seem just piggish, but to her mother, well she knew better. She had seen the signs for months now: Aggression, impatient, sharpened senses, short fused and.... just....animalistic.

"Lyra, honey. Calm down before you're sick."

Her mother frowned at her and muttered, although she knew it was useless. She was now prowling past her mother and grabbing for a spoon, stabbing it into a pot of chocolate moose. She ate the two pots. 30 seconds maximum.

It was worse than she thought. Her mother had begun to worry, even more than necessary. She'd seen and even experienced this before, but at this rate, her daughter would be lost to her inner animal within days of changing....

Her mother jumped as her small blond haired, shimmering green eyed daughter turned and snarled, smacking her brothers hand away as he attempted to reach past her into the fridge. He drew his hand back as if she had burnt him.

She rummaged around for a few more moments before turning and trotting happily from the kitchen with her arms wrapped protectively around a number of different packaged foods.

"Heh... Sorry I left you home alone with no food today, Lyra. You're starving huh."

Lyra turned and simply shrugged, obviously finding it hard to pay attention to anything but her food.

"Don't stress about it, kay Lola."

Her mother chuckled, her daughter always called her by her first name when she was messing around. But she knew that wasn't why her daughter really was gorging herself. There was no stopping her, it could be dangerous to try. She was like an animal protecting and wolfing down her food. Except there was a large difference: They had a limit, they would eventually stop when the food was finished.

Her daughter didn't have a limit in this state.

As the thought passed Lola's mind, there was a clatter of metal, smashing and crashing, then small guttural snarling erupting from the living room. Lola's stomach dropped through the floor.

It couldn't happen, not yet. Before she had a chance to transform herself and dominate her daughters wolf, therefore calming it, a large silver wolf with glowing yellow eyes stumbled from the living room.

Standing on all four's at a large 6 foot, her wolf was a dauntingly beautiful one.

Lola closed her eyes and whispered, knowing her daughter would hear the words once she turned back.

"I love you, Lyra."

The words had barley left her lips before the wolf let out a blood curdling roar and dove its feline sharp canines into her flesh.