Chapter Eight
Viviane looked down at her mother as she began her shift. Thick legs changed into shapely thighs. Narrow wolf hips turned into curvy woman’s hips; n***d woman’s hips. The fur under her mother’s chest changed into two firm breasts. And that wolfish grin turned into lips. Instead of a wolf, her mother reminded her of a shark out for blood.
“You brought me a snack, Vivi?” Her mother sashayed her shapely body up to Pierce. Her n***d body, which had not an ounce of fat or flab, swayed seductively.
Gloria Veracruz, though in the prime of her life, looked as though she could be Viviane’s older sister. The only thing on her body that betrayed her age was the shock of gray hair that fell over her forehead in one long wave. Viviane almost rolled her eyes and stomped her foot like a
