Still a full moon. Well, guess you'll see how bad Lyla's predatory side is...

"Awooo~~~"

You heard a wolven cry. Right outside the evening window, that showed a full moon. That could only mean one thing; Lyla's still on the prowl.

Which you thought is impossible, since it was only a Full Moon yesterday. When you heard a crash and scream from upstairs.

By the time you crept upwards, to open your mother's door. You were immediately tackled by a furry limb, rubbing an equally stretched, and squirming belly. Containing the ingested mass of your still screaming mother.

You should have been shocked, terrified by the rumbling gurgle, within the tight sack of Lyla. As is, you looked up to her face, wolf-like face looking as beautiful, as her more feral eyes glared at you in longing.

"You... Different. You, tasty." And licked you right within the chin, as you felt something lightly damp come from the voracious wolf's groin. Likely in suppressed want, as she howled with her gurgling gut, pressed against your abdomen.