After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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The remaining cat-men turned tail and ran for the trees.
With the threat gone, Lana eased back into her small human form.
"That's what I thought, freaks!" she taunted.
Raya, on the other hand was still fully wolfed and crouched as though ready to spring. Raya-wolf snarled and emitted low, menacing growls, staring at the trees.
"They're gone, Ray," Lana said, but then froze, her hand in the air midway toward her sister.
That sense of knowing they weren't alone had returned. This time, however, instead of her fight response, she was definitely picking up more of a flight reaction kinda vibe. It was the sneaking tickle up her spine - the feeling she'd gotten as a kid when she stood before the mirror and said Bloody Mary twice, but just couldn't get the third one out. The don't-do-this feeling.
"Double, double toil and trouble," she mumbled, glaring into the trees through which the beasts had gone.
Even with her new super-awesome night vision, she couldn't see what was seeing her. Lana tore her eyes away to coax Raya into running. If all wolves were the same, it would be no easy task. She knew she, herself, would never run from a fight in wolf form; it made you feel too invincible, fearless. Soaking in Raya's pose, she was pretty sure Raya was ready to take on whatever was in the dark.
"Ray. We have to go," she said in the most stern voice she could muster.
Raya crouched in a rigid stance. The fur on her scruff and down her back spiked as her growl grew more intimidating.
Rip. Tear. Kill, her angry wolf mind thought very simply.
Shadows leaped out of the trees and landed on the ground in front of them, startling Lana. As they jumped down one by one, she counted ten. Ten new cat-men, but they were different than the others. These were all black, even the ninja assassin outfits they wore.
This just gets worse and worse, she thought.
"Raya, come on!" she shouted desperately.
The newcomers looked like teenage mutant ninja panthers. There was no possibility that they would make it out of a tangle with ten of these things. Lana started to listen to her instinct and head for the house, but Raya wasn't running away.
Raya wasn't afraid to fight, but she knew the odds. Even a werewolf can count. She only had to surprise them to get the upper hand. The werepanthers started to advance on them, she had to act fast.
"Come on!" Lana screamed at her again, but the words didn't register.
Raya darted to the trees and, with some difficulty, hefted a sizable tree straight out of the ground. Dirt and leaves flew as she flung the tree into the werepanthers. They yowled and some tumbled over like bowling pins, but others jumped straight over the tree.
