Chapter Eleven

Sandy rushed upstairs to her room and changed into another set of clothing. She bundled the shredded ones up and hurried downstairs.

Glenda was still busy in the kitchen when she stormed through the door and headed for the trashcan.

"What are you still doing here?" she asked and dumped her torn clothes inside.

"There's still bread in the oven. As soon as it comes out, I'm off too."

Glenda glanced at her. Something was bothering Sandy, because she always smiled and was always friendly.

"You enjoyed your visit on the farm?"

"Yes," she said and sat down at the table. "Actually, I should go to bed." She jumped up from the chair and as she was about to walk out Glenda leapt in front of her.

"Can I fix you something to eat?" She licked her lips and bit down on the side of her lower lip.

Sandy watched as she bites harder and harder on that lip. She gasped, when a small red droplet appeared on Glenda's lower lip. Her nostril flared as she caught the scent of fresh blood.

She torn her eyes away from the blood on the lip and gazed into the woman's eyes. "You didn't have food in mind, did you?" She pushed up against her.

A smile on the woman's face drew her attention back to the bleeding lip. Sandy's breathing was getting heavier. Her heart pounded rapidly. She clenched her hands a few times. Pushing the woman, until she stood against the wall.

Sandy put her hands up against the wall, next to Glenda's head. Pushing harder up against her. Her lips parted. She glanced once more at the bleeding lip, before her mouth came down with force. She sucked and licked the blood off, then forced her tongue into the woman's mouth. Searching inside, finding her tongue and sucked on it. Her lips let go of Glenda's mouth as her tongue traced down her neck. Sucking and biting.

Glenda almost stopped breathing. Then gasped as Sandy bite harder on the skin of her neck. Her hands on her hips, pulling the woman she desired, for more than a week, closer. A tingling feeling ran up and down her spine. She uttered little noises of pleasure.

"Is this what you had in mind, Glenda? Is this what you want?" Sandy whispered, biting her earlobe. Pushing harder up against her.

"I longed for this moment. I want you so badly. I want you to touch me."

Her hand cupped around Glenda's breast. She bit down on the soft white skin of her neck again. She made tiny growling sounds, not realizing she started morphing. Her breathing quickened. Her heart pounded. She bit down on the skin.

The noises Glenda made became louder and sent Sandy through the roof.

Ylva stared at her claw around the woman's neck. She lifted her chin with her other claw and revealed the soft white skin of Glenda's neck. Opened her snout, curled her lips and exposed the long white fangs. She was about to sink her fangs into warm tender flesh, when suddenly she felt a painful blow to the side of her body and flew through the air.

She landed on all fours and immediately scanned the kitchen. Then she noticed the other black wolf. Her mother. "Ayla! You again!"

"Yes, Ylva. It's me again." She swayed to where her daughter was standing. "What are you doing?"

Ylva wrinkled her snout and snarled at her mother. "Are you going to interfere every time?" She stumbled to the ground when she felt a burning sensation against her head.

"I'm your mother, but I'm still the leader of this pack!" Ayla's nostrils flared when she looked down at her daughter. Her eyes red with anger.

"You hit me!"

"Because you disobeyed me! This was the last time you raise your voice at me. I'm still the leader!"

A loud howling made the two of them stopped arguing. Their heads jerked around, facing the place the howl came from.

Ylva jumped up and stood next to her mother; both of them on their hind legs. Ready to defend themselves.

Another Lycanthrope – a stranger – stood in the kitchen.

They snarled and walked closer, slowly.

"Don't hurt me. I'm Tulaya, from the Asonglo pack. My father was Baghatur, the leader." She bowed to the floor and only raised herself, when Ayla told her to.

"We better transform back into humans, before somebody sees us." She waited until the two young Lycans morphed, before she followed.

After Susan and Glenda got dressed, they gathered round the kitchen table. Sandy covered what was necessary with her ripped pieces of clothing; she morphed again before undressing first.

"It's such an honor to meet you and your daughter."

"How did you know about us and where was your pack hiding out? I thought Baghatur was killed a long time ago?"

"My father told me about you, just before he was beheaded. We were ambushed near Mokopane. Everyone was killed except me." She glanced at mother and daughter. "Will I be able to join Uluma, since I have nowhere to go?"

Susan placed her hand on Glenda's hand. "Of course child! I'm glad you're here with us. Well, I'm off to bed now. You two behave yourselves." She gave her daughter a tender smile. "I'm sorry I've hit you." She left the two women behind and exited the kitchen.

Sandy stood up. Shook her head as she glanced at Glenda and walked past her without saying a word.

"I like you, Sandy."

"I figured." She glanced back at her before she walked out of the kitchen and jogged upstairs to her bedroom.

Glenda stood all by herself in the kitchen.

The bread should be done by now. She opened the oven door, took the golden brown baked bread out of the oven, and placed them gently on a cooling rack. After the bread cooled off a bit, she covered them with a white cloth, then in plastic to soften the crusts.

She left the kitchen spotless, switched off the light and stood in the darkness for a while, before she headed off to the front door.

Glenda gasped loudly when she opened the door. Sandy stood on the porch. "I thought you were asleep, already?"

"I nearly took a bite out of your neck, you know."

"I figured." Glenda smiled broadly when she walked past her. She glanced back and saw the Sandy she knew, smiling.