Drumline Battle of the Field

10- Marcy moon

After the game was finished the crowds left the stadium along with the football team and drumline. The werewolves had about ten minutes before they were forced to shift.

Ally led Amherst, a freshmen, to the source. She was a bit surprised to see it glowing shades of purple and blue, pulsing like a heart beat.

Marcy stood next to her little party of sophomores- Tova, Anshuman, and Yam-Yam. "Don't worry guys it won't be that bad."

"Does it...hurt?" Tova rose her eyebrows.

"No you'll be fine."

"Ok good cause I was feeling a little uncomfortable about that." Yam-yam added.

Anshuman gazed up at the sky. He noticed the moon and he stars and the black clouds that rolled, letting the moon shine through the brief moments nature allows it too.

"Do we have control?" Anshuman asked. "Like, when we shift."

"Well yeah this isn't the wolf man." Marcy said, raising an eyebrow. She spoke with sarcasm, but for some reason it wasn't rude because of her voice.

"Anshuman just like, shifts into a chihuahua." Tova smiled, her bright red lipstick making a perfect curve.

Anshuman smiled at Tova. He could feel his face heat up, but because of his skin tone from India you couldn't tell. "Wow Tova."

The moon peaked, and Marcy began her shift. It wasn't slow, not at all. One minute she was a 5'4" Asian teenager and the next she was a 3'4" tall wolf. The she-wolf's coat was a black with biscuit coloring in the tail and face. Her front paws had white scars along one of the toes-what would be her hands- they gave off a mist every now and then. Because off the loss of circulation in the hands due to three surgeries,  her paws were basically ice. They froze everything they touched, if Marcy wanted to.

Anshuman shifted the same time Yam-Yam did. Anshumans wolf had black fur. Dark brown at the paws and underbelly but still invisible in the night.

Tova's coat was similar to Marcy's. Her base coat was a tan, and black along the ears, paws, and tail.

Yam yam was a brown wolf.

The four wolves circled around. Tova sniffed the air and Anshuman looked around. Marcy flicked her muzzle left and right and the group dispersed. They stood about 35 yards away from each other in a line, all with their backs facing the stadium.

Marcy lay behind a bush and the others did something similar to hide themselves from a far.

After about twenty minutes about three brute male wolves zipped past Anshuman. Anshuman leaped and barked, attracting Tova and Marcy.

Anshuman faced all three of them, they were all larger and stronger. The one in the middle leaped forwards and Anshuman bit at his paws. It was only effective until he was side-tackled.

That was a mistake. Tova quickly and quietly busted through a thorn bush and stuck her teeth into the attacking wolf. Marcy clawed at the largest male, her paws giving off an utterly frigid spiny feeling across his fur.

They became a giant ball of wolves, growling and wrestling. Tova pushed one so hard into a tree that the tree fell over. She was focused her chakra into precise and strategic strikes, just like her kick boxing coach taught her when she was 3.