Kapitel 80: Clash of Lunas

Rising to her feet Haila strolled away from the fire to a much more open space, Raphaela rose and walked with her, side by side, their eyes locked into each others, body language already speaking louder than words.

The valley lit up as the light of the moon sank to fill it, the very essence of the lunar goddess though talked to the two by feel before touch, and the windy night was accompanied by the skin tares and cracking bones of roaring shifting werewolves.

The two Luna's had their own way to cope with it, Haila remained on her feet and bucked to her toes, allowing her double jointed wolf legs to rise her higher off the ground, white fur blessed her along with the ears and tail.

Raphaela fell to her hands and arched her back, the dark brown coat rose over her spring loaded spine already threateningly bushed and spiked, she flexed her ever expanding muscles forcing them to grow quicker so the pain might eventually subside.