Bri had the decency to be embarrassed as she looked down and finally noticed the state of her near lack of clothing.  She had lost control in the lovely blue dress.  She thought it would hold up to the tests of shifting as she practiced, but a larger form had taken shape in her body.  Shifting into a large dog had shredded the dress more than she had realized.  Bri stared at the ground for a moment before looking back up to meet Cancy's eyes.  She looked down again, ashamed, as she confessed.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Clancy, I... I guess I just...  I was trying for smaller versions, like you asked, and I was trying to practice getting back into the clothes before turning back.  Like you wanted.  I just...  One of the animals that...  I mean, it...  The dog wanted a turn."  She looked back up into Clancy's face, apologetic, wringing her hands and twisting her toe.<br/><br/>Truthfully, she had trouble controlling which form she took.  Over the past few days, she often had found herself waking in the garage in the middle of the night, covered in blood after shifting in her sleep to hunt.  Her instincts were clearly stronger than her humanity.  She hadn't told Clancy yet for fear that he would be disappointed in her for her inability to control her powers.  Sex helped, reminded her that she was not just an animal, and she had been using it as often as possible to help curb her instincts during the day.  Clancy was quick to oblige, and she was quickly becoming dependent on it, just short of an addiction.  She constantly felt the need, but she tried her best to fight it when she could.  She couldn't fight two needs at once, however, and found herself forced to give in to one or the other.  Making love to Clancy was always her option of choice, but there were moments when she craved the hunt, blood, meat, adrenaline...  Bri couldn't help herself.  As often as she tried to become a prey animal, sometimes the predator inside her forced itself to the top of the line and took over her mind and body.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Clancy, I can't help it.  They don't give me a choice."  She sank to the ground, rubbing her face against Clancy's leg, subconsciously submitting to her alpha.  "I want to do better, please, don't be angry."  She wrapped her arms around his leg loosely and looked up into his eyes, her own shocking baby blues pleading for forgiveness, framed by her wild blond hair.  "Please?  I'm really trying, I really am."