Blood moon

The thick, sickly red substance was dripping from her razor sharp teeth. The wolf was seething, mesmerised by the bloody red moon hanging low in the night sky. Four lunar eclipses had passed and another was on its way, gazing up at the full radiant light cascading over the town below, the wolf chest was heaving in and out as she turned her attention to the prey. A whimpering young wolf was battered and bruised. A bloodied gash upon its ribs, oozing with the very colour of the clear sky above them. The she wolf gave a great howl.

“Once we turn back I’ll be in the hospital for weeks for this!” Exclaimed the wounded wolf.

“Not my problem.” The she wolf brushed off, it had been no match for her.

Shaking it’s head the wounded wolf winced as it tried to regain some once of dignity. Rising, albeit shakily, to its feet it huffed “You know, you can really be a bitch sometimes, Cassandra.”

The she wolf, Cassandra, turned her head fiercely upon hearing her human name spoken at these deadly hours of the night. That was the one rule, their true identities, especially their human names, were meant to be kept a secret. They were to be completely incognito when they transformed at precisely 00:00.

“How dare you! Don’t you ever, EVER, use my human name again!” She breathed, “your lucky it’s just us, otherwise I might’ve had finished the job.” The she wolf explained, giving a look of pity to the shaking wolf in front of her.

The thing about becoming a werewolf which never occurred to any of them was their human eyes still shone through, just a touch, so their identities were never truly hidden. If someone wanted to find you, and kill you, they could.

“I’ll see you in chem tomorrow then.” Huffed the wounded wolf, as it limped away into the low slung trees afar.