Enchantress of the moonlight
He was bruised and weak, barely conscious.
"Dad," I whispered, tears blurring my vision, "I'll come back for you. I promise."
The moon, finally free of the clouds, bathed the clearing in its silvery light.
"It's time," Serbian said, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.
Some of the pack members began to transform, their bodies shifting into their wolf forms.
Their transformation started from the hair of their heads to the soles of their feet. The agonizing transformation was accompanied by howls, deepened by the pain of crackling bones and limbs.
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