“IT’S FEEDING TIME, BITCHES!”
The whines rose in a fevered pitched, turning to excited howls, each creature moving back onto its haunches preparing to spring forwards onto the helpless prey.
Miss Jowens’ own whimpering also rose into a terrified shriek as she anticipated the tearing of flesh, her flesh, by the slavering fangs of her hairy history class. She screwed up her eyes in pain and fear as Lorraine’s canine form lunged forward in a killing pounce.
But suddenly through the baying and howling another sound was heard, a higher, authoritarian bark. The other animals dropped to the floor in a cowered state but too late to stop their pack leader launching herself forward at Miss Jowens’ throat…. Only to be slammed sideways by a hurtling white form, which powered into the leaping body.
Hitting the ground, Lorraine swiveled around on her back, snarling and snapping, only to give a yelp of submission and adopt a submissive pose as a powerful, white she-wolf stood over her.
Once pacified, Lorraine was allowed to rise as the White Wolf stepped back. She slunk towards the other, now cowering, beasts and joined them in their submissive posture, heads down and tails between their legs. The White Wolf surveyed them with a threatening rumble in her throat before casting an eye at the quivering, bruised but relatively unhurt Miss Jowens, who still knelt shivering on her knees in a muddy patch, now even wetter from the release of her frightened bladder. Turning her steely glare back onto the pack, the She-Wolf snarled,
“Now, get changed and back to school this instant!”
One or two of the group began to move away, only to be halted by their headmistress’s bark.
“No, I said, ‘get changed’ and then ‘get back to school’!”
“But Miss…!” came a wailing protest, cut short by another stern bark.
“No, you will walk back to school like proper girls, you will get cold and wet and tired and it will give you time to think about a few things. In particular, that you shall all be outside my office in one hour for a little ‘talk’. Do you understand?”
The group nodded, and each slowly transformed, standing upright and shivering in the damp night air, before traipsing and tripping over the unforgiving moorland towards the roadway, yelping and moaning each time they encountered a sharp stone or prickly root.
Miss Jowens, opened her eyes to see the White Wolf licking some of her more serious abrasions. Eventually, the shaking woman and the Wolf made eye contact.
“I did warn you, Miss Jowens, that they can be a pack of little bitches, didn’t I?” the Wolf asked quietly. The history teacher nodded, still shuddering with fear.
“You did, Headmistress, you did indeed!”
“Well now,” the Wolf mused, “this leaves us with a troubling situation. The question is, whether, after tonight, you still wish to stay at the school. I would be very disappointed to lose yet another teacher but I will fully understand. However… if you don’t wish to stay, it poses a number of problems…”, with which she flashed a particularly large fang. The woman’s eyes widened.
“Oh no, please, Headmistress, I think I would like to give it another try, if you really think it’s possible!” Miss Jowens blurted out. The hairy Ms Hayes smiled and nodded.
“Oh, I think we can make it work very well. However, I need your full agreement on this, as there are specific… methods… which I use with many of my teachers to ensure their safety and that discipline is maintained. You will, I’m sure, find the whole thing very useful and, at times, quite enjoyable. So, do I take it you would like to continue to work with us?”
Miss Jowens nodded, dumbfounded. The White Wolf also nodded again, “So, everything is settled. Could I just have a look at your arm, please?”
The teacher stretched out her bleeding arm and the Wolf licked at the wound gently before pressing her teeth into the flesh. Miss Jowens gasped and tried to pull away but the jaws held firm. Slowly, the woman felt the pain subside and a strange power begin to seep through her body. At this point, the jaws eased their hold and the White Wolf licked the bite wound clean.
“That should do it.” The Wolf concluded. “Now let’s get you back to the school and you can clean up. When you’re ready and we can discuss the necessary details for your first full moon duty.
“Thank you, Ms Hayes,” murmured Miss Jowens, rising and limping towards the Wolf, offering a hand in gratitude. The White Wolf laughed,
“Oh please don’t, it makes me feel like someone shaking paws with a puppy!” She moved towards the road and motioned to the astounded Miss Jowens,
“Now, climb on my back and let’s get going… Yes, just like in your literary legends. We’ll see if we can find your bicycle en route. And don’t worry about the Little Bitches, I’ll take care of them for the moment and I can guarantee they’ll all be sitting comfortably in your next class… well, perhaps not comfortably, exactly!” she chuckled. “In the meantime, just make sure the girls can see that bite-mark on your arm and I am certain there’ll be no more problems.”