They need Him

Crawling out of the bushes, sharp claws first, was your sister. Except it wasn't. Somewhere between wolf and human, she edged closer to you, followed by your mother, also in this strange state. Sarah spared a sniff at the deer carcass before meeting your eyes and growling with a deep, threatening rumble that made you wet yourself in fear.

Sarah turned to your mom and a series of yips and growls escaped her throat, which He translated as "I told you mother. She wasn't ready for this."

"We shall have to assist our mate then." Your mom replied. She stood back on her hind legs, revealing several rows of nipples under her ample breasts. Your eyes were drawn to her glistening reddened sex peeking out from her fur coated body. You couldn't smell it yourself, but He told you that the pheromones escaping her body smelled of rising dough, and wanton availability. "You see my daughter," she said, squatting next to your tense body, "We really need our mate to make himself known right now. So either you learn how to share this gorgeous body of yours, or we drag him out of you," she reaches out to drag her razor-sharp nails over your throat, "by **** if you make us."

You smell fresh blood in the air, as your mom breaks the skin of your neck with her claws, and the scent brings out primal feelings in you; feelings you can't ignore.