-Excerpt-
Inside the castle in a room far away from the exit, the pack of wolves watched the group with hunger in their eyes. Ionan looked around nervously, eyeing the clothes that were scattered along the floor.
“The big one’s a Changer,” a large black male whispered to a silver colored female at his side.
“So he is,” the female replied, licking her paw clean. “I’ve never had Changer before.”
“Wonderful catch, Carmilla. I knew we could count on you for dinner,” a white and black female said softly, wagging her tail.
“It was nothing Iris,” Carmilla responded proudly.
“Darling, why don’t you ever call me Mother anymore? It breaks my heart,” Iris said with a voice that was sickly sweet.
“You may have made me, Iris, but you will never be my mother,” Carmilla said, eyeing Kia.
“What’s going on here?” Kia asked, her voice cracking nervously.
The wolves around them snickered as the head female grinned. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet,” Iris said, snatching a purple velvet dress from the floor and throwing it into air.
Her body twisted and contorted into that of a human and the dress slipped easily over her head as she transformed. Her hair was black with streaks of white running through it, her eyes a sharp gold color. “We’re the predators and you’re the prey,” she smiled.
“Wait, you’re…” Kia choked on her own words.
“Ortusans,” Iris said, her voice dripping with poison. The group watched in horror as the twenty or so wolves changed, tossing on their clothes as easily as Iris and staring at the group eagerly.
The Ortusan called Iris smiled at them devilishly. “Get them.”
-BUY KIATANA’S JOURNEY-
