Luna Lucrezia hated traveling at dark, no…she absolutely despised it. The wolf within her was enjoying the back roads of the bayou even more than herself.
"Mommy? Eliza and I are so tired!" The sound of her 8 year old son's voice established the already hard core fact that Luna was not in Kansas anymore.
"I know, my luv. We still have to move on wards." She trudged through another set of low rider bushes, her bare feet snagging on the ragged limbs. Luckily, the already reopened bloody scabs helped keep any sort of recognition at bay.
"Is this woman really farther than us still?" It was her daughter's voice now coming through another bush.
"No, Eliza. We should be coming upon the church now." Luna replied just as the all too familiar shape of infamous massacred church came into view from above the streets and rumblings of New Orleans.
"It looks like how you described it." Andres came up beside Luna appreciating the beauty of the rising sun upon the stained windows of the now archaic looking chapel.
Luna's heart couldn't stop fluttering, nor could she stop the sheen of tears on the precipice of falling onto her cheek. Memories of a boy and girl no more than 16, truly encompassed in love, not knowing what life had in store for them but themselves and each other.
"Luna?" Andres Puerto Rican accent sounded strongly with her name, and it pulled her out of her nuances of her past life.
"I'm fine." Luna cleared her throat and rubbed her eyes clean of any evidence of weakness. "The children are exhausted." She ushered her son and daughter behind her. Eliza with her dark hair down to her waist, in all mannerisms so much like Luna herself. Yet, looking towards her son: Roman, his fair skin and blonde hair was the total opposite of both his mother and his sister. Still, all three had the Lucrezia trait that hindered any efforts of escaping what fate had in store for her and her descendants. Silver eyes.
Andres stopped Luna just as she was about to step onto the main road. His dark eyes giving her a questioning look as he noticeably sized her up and down. "Aren't we trying to avoid attention?"
Luna looked down at herself, then at all four of them. Cursing herself in her head. They were in their human skin still, and completely stripped of clothing. "Let us change now at least until we can find ourselves clothes."
"But what that woman we're supposed to find?" Roman inquired after Andres finished changing into his wolf hide. "What's her name?"
"Camille O'Connell." Eliza answered. She watched her mother and uncle change and then nodded towards her brother. "Come on." They moved through the change as easily as a single leap.
"We shall find the woman after we find ourselves some new clothes." Everyone heard Andres in their mind.