THE BURNT FACE LUNA
She stood still, eyeing the area like she was searching for someone.
I didn't have long to wonder who she was expecting.
From the opposite direction came a large blonde wolf, its fur clean and glowing faintly beneath the moon. It moved with confidence, padding silently through the underbrush until it stopped directly in front of the witch.
The witch lifted a gnarled hand and petted the wolf's head affectionately.
Then the wolf began to change.
Bones cracked and shifted as fur receded into flesh. The transformation was quick but violent, and when it was over, Vivica stood naked before the witch, her skin pale in the moonlight, her hair falling loosely just above her shoulders.