Roaen laid there as the human pounded the sad excuse for a cock into her over and over again, his grunts filling the space of his bedroom. At the bar, he had hit on her hard, and as his wretched beer stenched breath filled her nose, he had constantly used words like little, or small. She had simply smiled sweetly, playing up the drunk twenty-something college student as the fury boiled beneath the surface.<br/><br/>She may have looked like an innocent girl on the outside, but she was full of rolling rage and hate. Anger and fire. Loneliness and sadness. And there was nothing better than bloodshed to tamper that down. So, she had went home with him to his cabin in the woods and he had fumbled around her, hands wandering everywhere, either gripping too hard or not hard enough. She endured it though, fore the finale of her act was what she was looking for. It was just what she needed on a night such as this.<br/><br/>Catching him off guard, she gripped his biceps and rolled him, putting her much smaller self on top and surprising him with her sudden strength. She smiled devilishly as she began to ride him. The window was open and her ears pricked at the distant sound of howling, but before she could react, it began.<br/><br/>Her palms slammed down on his chest, claws sprouting from her fingertips. Her back bowed as bones snapped and cracked, popping and moving. Her naked lithe body sprouted pitch black fur that covered every bit of skin and as she looked down at the man below her, his eyes wide as the sight atop him sobered him up, her wicked grin turned into a mouthful of sharp teeth made for tearing and ripping.<br/><br/>Her new hands curled, the clawed fingertips digging deep into the flesh of his chest as the sweet pain spread through her body. She jerked with the last snap of her elongating spine, her head thrown back as she answered the howl with one of her own.<br/><br/>She could feel the warm wetness of his blood as her claws dug in deep and when she looked down, he stared at her lycan form, his mouth opening and closing, flopping like a fish's before a tiny sound escaped his throat.<br/><br/>"I hope you make better dinner than you have sex," she said, but the words sounded more like snarls and growls to the human beneath her. She licked her lips as his chest swelled from the deep breath he pulled in, but before he could scream, she shot down, her teeth closing on his throat and yanking back, nearly severing his head from his body. Blood splattered the headboard as the blood in her mouth slid down her throat. At that point, she was lost, more animal than woman as her claws sunk into his soft belly, entrails and gore flying as the blood soaked her fur.<br/><br/>She tore his body apart as she feasted, his liver and heart saved for last. She moaned and groaned as she ate, the furious heat subsiding as another one took its place. It was times such as these where she wished she wasn't the only one. Where she wished she had someone she could share the kill with, share the pleasure. Then in the afterglow, they could make their own.<br/><br/>Pushing the barren bones and head to the floor, she laid lazily on the bed, her claws running through her blood soaked fur before she began to lick them clean. The whole time she wondered if she would always be alone, or if maybe the howl she had answered was someone like her.<br/><br/>Then the roar of rage outside the house brought an answer to that question. Her ears twitched as she shifted to her full wolf form, the blood matting her pitch black fur. She silently made her way through the cabin and she nudged open the back door, her nose twitching as she sniffed the fresh air. Unfamiliar, yet familiar scents carried on the wind , filling her nostrils. The creek was just down the way and it seemed someone was down wind from her. Another wolf, and a female.<br/><br/>It was obvious there were others in the area, so maybe this was a pack. A pack. Finally, Roaen had found others like her, but would they accept her? And could she accept them?<br/><br/>She began trotting down, making noise so the other would here her. She caught sight of the red female drinking from the creek, her fur soaked in blood, much like Roaen's own. She stopped a little ways from her, sitting and giving herself her most friendly appearance. She barked to gain the female's attention, even though she was pretty sure she already knew of her presence.