The werewolf lifted her up, Eloira target its middle finger and cut it.
The last wolf speed towards her. She stood boldly. It stopped two meters closer to her and went on it kneels.
"Long life our lordess!!!" it shouted
-Eloira's inhaled- Avia watched her proudly with bright smiles on her face.
Suddenly, a heavy breeze started making a cylindrical movements toward them which almost caused an eyes blind.
The storm make noises followed by an howling. "It another werewolf" Avia shouted awaring Eloira. Eloria stood still trying to see through the storm.
"Are all these rituals?" Avia whispered to Lima. Lima expression was calm ignoring Avia's question.
She must be break to be made! Lima exclaimed
~ In The Hunting Field~
Blood was gushing out of Eloira's waist. But she stood still like nothing happen to her.
The storm roll towards her with the werewolf speeding in it making it more difficult for her to see.
