Meredith grabbed her mother Gwen's hand and hurriedly pulled her towards the safety of a boulder at the mouth of a cave. She turned to the two men beside her with a look of urgency. "Marcus, Atlas, how long can you guys hold them off?"
"Long enough, Meredith," Atlas replied with a growl as his body began to contort, growing larger and more muscular. His bones cracked, skin stretched and sprouted out thick fur all over his body, and then his features morphed into those of a wolf. With his eyes glowing a piercing yellow; his snarling mouth revealing sharp teeth, and a deafening howl, he leapt forward in his original form as a werewolf. Marcus, already fully clothed in darkness, emanated an aura of intense and foreboding darkness that made the air seem heavier. Above, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, completely obscuring the sun and providing the perfect cover for them to unleash the full length of their powers.
