Griff
Watching the swarm of bats disappear in the distance, drifted toward the field until he was eye level with Luna’s ultimate wolf form, the towering creature his elders referred to as a megawolf.
Though her lips never moved, the familiar human voice of Luna spoke through the dozens of smaller werewolves surrounding her. “Your protectors have left you, child.”
“The magic I possess now is what created werewolves. Guess what that means?” said determinedly. “I have the power to end you.”
“ But wait! ” cried the pack. “We have what you want. What you need. All you need.”
was unfazed, purple electricity running through the scythe he now gripped with both hands.
A werewolf with a light, cream-colored coat stepped forward from the pack, transforming back into his naked human form. bit his lip, his electricity fading away as a confused Haven looked up at him with pleading eyes. “, please forgive me,” the werewolf whispered. “It’s our turn now to live as immortals. To be together, forever .”
As the power of his ancestors flowed through his veins, fought the cold, hollow shell of emotions the magic encouraged him to become. The stakes were higher than ever; in fact, it reminded him of his last big battle. What did I do to stop Odessa? he asked himself. I channeled my emotions to stop her; the power of compassion. The power of love. Now, alone, would that power be his biggest downfall?
Suddenly, it felt like a veil had been lifted from over his eyes. “I-I’ll do it,” said as he dropped the scythe to the ground. “Please, don’t hurt anyone else.”
Haven turned to Luna, the edges of his mouth curving into an unsavory smile. “I’ll do the honors, my queen.”