Werewolves

Marchosias blinks, and I see the glow fade from his gaze. A second later he yawns in confusion, looking just like a dog, and Areth drops from his mouth. When she hits the sand and doesn't move, fear courses through my large body, immediately replaced by rage.

"Don't do anything foolish," Brooke admonishes me, but I block her out. In fact, I change back to my human form, just so I don't take her into this battle.

Naturally, I forget to form my clothes.

Marchosias takes one look at me, Murasame already in my hands, and howls as he flees. That's okay. He's not my target right now anyway.

"Brooke, Ondine, look after Areth. I need to put someone's lights out." The North Pole has more warmth in it than my tone does right now.