The night of the grand ceremony had arrived, casting an ethereal glow upon the land.
The sky bore witness to the customary presence of twin moons, their celestial radiance bathing the world below.
The three girls were eighteen and just like the other werewolves, they were to run through the woods and after they were sure their wolves were happy, they were to return for their coronation.
However, the weight of anticipation pressed heavily upon their shoulders, each burdened with a tumultuous sea of thoughts.
Doubt surged within them, like a tempest in the deepest recesses of their minds.
What if their wolves were not ready to turn and shift? What if they were shy?
The questions swirled relentlessly within the minds of the three young women, intertwining with their hopes and fears.
As the sun slowly gave way to the moons, the girls prepared themselves for the imminent rite.
