Eliza smiled at the idea of finishing in the shower, but her smile faded at the mention of her home.  She looked down a little bit and twisted her hands nervously.  "Actually, I don't have a home.  I usually just bury myself in some soil at the park, or wrap myself up in some sediment at the bottom of a lake."  She blushed quite heavily, deciding to reveal an embarrassing secret.  "Lately, I've also been turning into a wolf and wandering into the local animal shelter, where they lock me in a cage for the day."  She giggled a bit as she admitted her fetish, carefully thinking about the places she liked to sleep.  There was a cave just outside of town, but the main reason she was welcome there was because the alpha wolf of the pack that made the cave its den liked to think of her as the alpha bitch.<br/><br/>"I do have a kennel downtown I've got a spare bedroom built into, actually."  She said hopefully, remembering the room she set up to have her problems treated in.  As Edna left for the shower, Eliza picked up her cell phone and placed several calls, working to get a substantial sum of money sent to cover her mother's medical bills, and have a nurse sent up.<br/><br/>Eliza then headed for the shower, running her hands across the girl as the hot liquid made both of their bodies shine in the steamy bathroom.  Eliza watched as Edna drank from her breast, looking into her eyes as she withdrew, apparently instinctively figuring out how to lick the wounds to heal them.  Eliza's blood surged through Edna's system, overriding her judgement as her emotions became filled with passion for Edna, placing her deep under the spell of the blood oath.  Eliza had watched this transformation many times in animals, but had not seen it in a human for many years.<br/><br/>Eliza surged forward and took another draught from Edna's neck, feeling the buzz of a blood bond starting to form.  She licked her new thrall's neck and began to grind against her body, humping her leg hard as her hand sank into her crotch, hammering away in an effort to bring pleasure to the two of them.  "Call me a dirty whore again.  Call me your dumb bitch!"  she whispered into Edna's ear, wanting the girl to insult her, finding dirty talk amazingly arousing.  Everybody was too scared of her to let her be insulted, except for the Invictus, and even they were far to subtle.  Eliza liked being treated badly, she wanted someone who would deal with her as an equal, someone you could go and call dirty names.  Edna shivered at the realization, her free hand playing with Edna's breasts.