After eating dinner in the bedroom she found herself in the master bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The inner wolf was pissed and just ached to go downstairs and behead that bitch Judith solely out of principle. She stared at her reflection in the mirror she sighed. Drying her face she stepped out back into the master bedroom.
The room was dim and quiet which she was glad. She didn't want to hear whatever Bill and Judith were doing. The mere thought of having left him with another woman sent her into a possessive mental tantrum. She forced herself to calm down. Perhaps some tv....
Standing by the large plush chaise lounge she picked up the remote control which was nestled among some of Bill's clothes; the remnants of their previous love making. Just a whiff of his scent made her purr with desire but she shook her head. She was cross with him and wouldn't just let this slight from his sister slide.