Moonlight transformation

The silver moon cast its gentle glow over the forest, illuminating the path for Tahira, Kalispel, Sophie, and Elara as they fled their centaur hosts' village. The werewolves' instincts screamed for freedom, and the full moon demanded transformation.

Tahira, the werewolf queen, led the group, her senses heightened as she navigated the dense foliage. "We must shift far from the village," she cautioned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't risk harming our hosts."

Kalispel, Tahira's cousin, scowled. "Why protect them? They're inferior creatures. We should assert our dominance."

Tahira's gaze narrowed. "Our hosts have shown us kindness. We won't repay that with harm. And remember this is all a part of our tests. They’re trusting us to return.”

Sophie, Tahira's loyal servant girl, nodded in agreement. "The centaurs mean no harm, Kalispel. Let's focus on our own needs."

Kalispel scoffed, “Even the measly servant addresses me as they want.