"Hail the lost Princess. Your father's army has come to take you home."
A gravelly, grinding voice of the big Lycan Commander filled the weeping willows. He continued to stand on one knee, his head down in total respect and awe of the white coat, glimmering with an aura of magic, that my newly awakened Lycan-Luna form wore. The four bipedal beasts behind him, knelt in the wet moss and took on the same looks.
The first time in my 19 years that I was NOT small. I didn't feel like prey.
I was on four giant paws with muscles coiled with ancient, terrible strength, staring down at the exiled warriors. The new form had an overpowering effect on my senses. I could see the old blood and rusted iron on their dark coarse fur. I could hear their big, beating hearts beating slowly and rhythmically.
