Good mornings.

It was night when she had returned to her den in the heart of the woods, the full moon was overhead and the stark wind bit at her hide and fur as she marched through ankle deep snow, but she never felt cold in the harsh winter, only hunger. She had just returned from a fresh kill; campers who had foolishly set up tent near her lair and paid the price with their lives when she sank her teeth into their warm flesh. Gnawing the last fleck of meat off the femur she had in her hand, Susan chewed on the bone before tossing it into the snow, the red stained thing disappearing into the deep snow and quickly forgotten on her journey home. Trekking her way back to her den to sleep and digest her latest meal, her lair stood out like a black, rocky fissure in the snow and frost. Making her way into the dark and damp cave in the cliffside of the forests, padding inside on all fours, she laid down on her side and rested her head in the palm of her clawed hand while her to cubs stir and awaken from her movement. Smiling proudly, Susan brought them to her heaving chest and purred when they bit down on her stiff nipples, suckling at her mother’s milk to feed. Fluttering her eyes and breathing deeply, the female wendigo purred and sighed until her two children had their fill. Hugging her son and daughter close, Susan licked at their heads, cleaning them as they protested and flailed against her. She could not wait for them to grow up, become big and strong like her, to join her in the hunt and feast. Licking her son’s head in her arms, Susan purred and swooned.

*

“Uhm… Suzie? Honey?” Reed whispered in bed, held tightly in his wife’s strong arms while she licked at his hair. When the man tried to squirm his way free of her grip, the woman pouted into a moan and hugged him more tightly, smothering his face into her cleavage and going back to licking his hair. There were moments in between where she would breath in deeply, smelling his face and scalp and exhaling a pleasant coo or moan before kissing his head and licking his hair all over again. Sighing and looking around himself, Reed managed to pluck a pillow from under him and slither his way out of her grip and have the pillow take his place. Clutching the pillow tightly, Susan continued to lick at the stuffed cushion while Reed made his escape from their bed.

Getting up and heading to the washroom to get dressed, Reed got cleaned and dressed and prepared for the morning routine. It was a Saturday, and he remembered that Ben offered to take the kids to the ball game while Johnny would be out on a bike rally just outside of the city. That would leave Reed and Susan with the apartment all to themselves. Heading to the kitchen, Reed fumbled putting toast in the toaster and looking up online for the recipe for scrambled eggs, darting his eyes between the iPad nearby and the skillet hot and ready on the burner. Just before he could crack an egg open, he heard the telephone ringing in the living room. Poking his head out the doorframe, he stretched his arm out across the hall and room to pluck the phone off its receiver and bring it over to the kitchen. “Hello, Richards residence… OH? Hello Principal Moore, how is… What? A meeting on Monday regarding my wife? What is this… REALLY? I’m certain there must be some kind of mistake, Susan would never… Sigh… Alright, we’ll be there on Monday.”

Shaking his head in confusion, Reed went back to the skillet and tried to find his place on his iPad, reading the instructions carefully as he began cracking eggs and swished them together with a fork, trying to measure what a ‘pinch’ of pepper was. Eventually he heard his wife exit their bedroom, scratching her hair loose and wearing nothing save a pair of blue panties and top that clung to her towering pale frame while she yawned into her hand. “Mornin Reed… ‘sniff’ hmm, that smells good…” Kissing Reed on the cheek, she opened the door to the refrigerator and bend down to search for something to eat while Reed prepared breakfast.

“Honey, the school called about what happened yesterday, did you get in trouble with one of the students there?”

“Yeah… Little BITCH was picking on our daughter…” She answered, the sounds of plastic packaging being rummaged through before she stood up to her full height and kicked the fridge door closed with the back of her heel. Her hands were full of packaged sliced meats that she already had half-way finished with her mouth full. “Scared the piss right out of her.”

“Actually, that’s what they want to talk about, her mother and father had contacted the school and they’re very upset, so much so they want to have a meeting on Monday to… Expel Valeria.”

“SO, THE LITTLE SHIT GETS TO DUNK MY DAUGHTER IN THE TOILETS AND THREATENS TO TOSS HER OUT OF A FUCKING SCHOOL FOR GENIUSES BECAUSE I CALLED HER OUT?!” Roared Susan, shoving a handful of lunchmeats into her mouth and crushing the packaging in her hand. “Maybe I should have done more than scare the shit out of her to get the idea you can’t pull this shit on the daughter of Susan Richards Storm!”

Breathing hard and rasping to the point that she sounded like she was growling, Susan snapped and bared her teeth when she felt a pair of hands cup her face, her pink eyes softening when she was gently guided to look down at her worried husband and quickly calmed down. Closing her eyes, she breathed in and out, hugging the man back before separating to kiss him on the lips. “Sorry Reed, I’ve just… Been so damn angry lately… Angry and hungry…”

“Well you DO look very pale dear, maybe we should take you to a clinic later to check on you.”

Slowly nodding, Susan hugged herself and calmed down, making her muscles tense as a result. “Maybe… Maybe you’re right Reed, I think I’ll get some fresh air, head to the gym to clear my head.”

“Okay sweetheart, how do you want your eggs?”

Eyeing the bowl of egg mixture on the table, Susan plucked the bowl off the counter and slurped it up raw until it was all gone. Placing the bowl back on the counter, Susan kissed Reed on the cheek and returned to the bedroom to change. “Thanks honey.”

“No problem…”