Mating call

Tristan and Jessica

Tristan and Jess were running at an unbelievable pace. They were bigger and stronger than all the other wolves. As they ran the began to shift into different animals. As soon as the thought of being another animal crossed their minds the would transform, flawlessly. Tristan's mind was whirring. Jess had never been so beautiful. She glowed with excitement. And her power was unbound. He wanted to be angry with her about the pups, but he couldn't find it in his heart to be upset. He knew deep down that Jess would never keep something that important from him. He watched her as she playfully bounced throughout the forest. Changing from one animal to next. She was his queen and he adored her.

As he approached her, she changed back into her wolf. The big white wolf with oceanic blue eyes, stared into his eyes. They moved ever closer and connected in an embrace that only a wolf and his mate would understand. As they nuzzled each other, dark purple swirls of shadow began to surround them. Little women surrounded them chanting and firing balls of light at them. Tristan saw red! How dare they fire upon his mate. They had made a fatal mistake. They would feel his wrath. But before he could get past his tirade, Jess had moved into action. She was bounding and twisting biting and scratching the witches. She was a sight to behold. She moved so quickly, that the riches couldn't keep up with the protective chant that they were spewing forth. As the shroud receded Tristan nipped at the heels of the witches. Closing them into a tight circle and surrounding them, he and Jess worked as a single unit to imprison the witches.

All of the witches carried a scratch or bite from one or both of the wolves. As the venom began to spread the power of the witches began to lessen. Tristan and Jess needed to go and help the rest of the pack. The witches weren't going anywhere with their wounds hindering their magic.