After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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Bruce's assertive voice vibrated through their furry bodies. Raya-wolf and Lana-wolf paused their munching instantly, as though a magical wizard had cast a freeze spell. Anything hanging from their lips fell and splashed in the pool of blood on the concrete.
Dreading to peer up, Raya swallowed hard and slowly lifted her head. Wearing a "please don't spank me" expression, her gaze shifted upward and into the furious blue eyes of their alpha-daddy. She'd screwed up. The metallic taste in her mouth turned into guilt.
Lana floated out of her ravenous mentality to that of rebellious child being scolded. She hated it. She wanted to devour, but try as she might, she just couldn't have even a tiny nibble - it was infuriating.
Thick, sticky blood and an array of clots covered the girls's mouths and chins. The half-devoured dancing queen's body convulsed on the ground, jerking and twitching very unattractively. His body, minus the majority of his upper torso, appeared to be keeping beat with the music coming from inside the club.
Ugh! Gross, Lana, how can you think of something like that right now? she thought to herself, all the while, still being able to find it at least a bit humorous.
"Lanaaaaa!" Bruce shouted viciously, spit spewing from his mouth. "Look at me, damn it! Now!" His hostile voice rang through the still night and seized her.
Lana wanted nothing more than to end Bruce right then and there where he stood. To think, he'd taken it upon himself to fuck up her whole life at his given convenience without regret, then he had the nerve to show up here and crash her party. "It's your fault!" she wanted to scream. She didn't want to look at him, she didn't want to lay eyes on his jerk face. Pile-driving him and calling him a piece of shit sounded like a better idea to her. Alas, he did control her, giving her no possible option to act otherwise. She more than bitterly despised his dominance over her being. It was hard to explain or even to figure out, a huge mind fuck, that she couldn't disobey a direct order. If she didn't play along with the twisted bastard, he would simply force her. To think she'd once thought the Joker was the craziest villain. Hah! This was some sick shit.
Lana felt her head began to turn toward him, and halfway through, committed to do it on her own terms. She steeled her gazed, glaring at him the way she would after giving a cashier a hundred dollar bill, then realizing they shorted her ten or fifteen bucks after counting her change.
"Good girl. I have your attention now." Bruce snarled with a sinister grin.
Lana's blood boiled, however Raya's blood heated for him in a different way.
She seem to grovel in his presence, giving her will over completely. There was no use in trying to deny him. He was their leader.
"Shift," he demanded.
The girls let the wolf form melt from their features, producing a much more gruesome scene. The half-eaten body, the gore dripping from their human chins - it looked like they'd resorted to cannibalism. At least as werewolves they looked like they were just doing what was in their nature.
