Pulled off loads of homework and still finished chapter 5, go me. SOL's are creeping closer and closer to me. I just wanna pass them and get them out of the way. Anyway enjoy and review Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Under the Full Moon
Who knew that their mom set a plant trap for situations like this. In the past she would chase them in wolf form, but she did the unsuspected and it worked in her favor. Now the kids are in a large bath tub, in their wolf form, somewhere upstairs, washing themselves and helping each other wash unreachable places. Although, Oran and Astell were grumpy that they had to take a bath, yet Michael didn't really care.
"I can't believe she got us," Oran whined and splashed the water around.
Michael floated water over Oran's fur, "At least it's better than having mom lick us for an hour or two."
"He right, but the trap was unnecessary," she squeezed the rag, "I get that it's her way of fun and all but still it was over the top."
"Whatever. Can someone help me with my back?" Oran asked.
"Sure. Astell pass the shampoo," she hands it to Michael.
Michael pours the shampoo on Oran's back and rubs and scrubs until his back was all sudsy. Then Michael flicks his paw controlling the water again. The water floated above him then gently washes the suds off his back. Everyone was nice and clean and starting to get out. Since Oran and Astell are smaller than the tub Michael grabbed them by the scruff and lift them out. He unplugged the drain and climbed himself out. Michael and Astell shook themselves dry, but Oran dried himself another way. He was in a battle stance and in an instant air blew from his feet up to him. Even though he is still learning his powers, he can control his air power. He can blow his foes away or enhance his own attacks making him move faster. Although, when getting him dry can be a little messy. Michael was covering himself and Astell with a little light shield. When it settled down and Michael dropped the shield. Astell and Michael laughed when they saw Oran. His air current did dry his fur, but he looked like a spike ball since his fur stuck out everywhere. They all laughed. Once they were done laughing, Oran smoothed his fur while Michael bushed Astell's fur.
Finally, they were all clean, so Oran and Astell dashed out in a flash. Michael had his clothes for the night in anyway. He shifted back to his human form, put his pajamas on, which were long pants and a tank top. He exits the bathroom and goes down stairs to the front door. Outside was the full moon, which he loves when it's out.
The full moon influences lots of wolves. For the Moonfangs, they get stronger; on the other hand, in different ways. Michael's light and dark powers double along with his wolf attacks. However, due to his mental condition, his dark half also grows stronger and has a possibility of controlling his mind. He must be very careful. Oran's wind powers and physical attacks get stronger. So strong that when enhanced, he can produce after images when he moves. Although, he sometimes doesn't know how to slow down, but he has it covered. Astell's shadow moves become more effective in the moon's light. She can become a shadow and blend in with walls or floors, pass through solid objects, and create temporary platforms and stronger claws or fangs. Most of all walk on walls under the full moons light. Since she has many options of attack and defense, it takes up a lot of power and leaves her vulnerable for a short period of time. Their parents' powers… well it will come later.
Michael walked outside onto the soft grass in his front yard. The moonlight washing all over his body. His hands changed into his wolf paws, he can feel his power growing stronger. When he got to the door to go back inside, he was stopped. In the reflection of door was his dark self again in his wolf form.
Michael crossed his arms, "Now what?"
He growled.
He unfolded his arms, "It's weird that you show up and growl at me. Don't you ever talk or something?"
He growled again.
Michael became impatient, "If you're now going to say anything then move out of my way."
When he reached for the doorknob a blast of dark energy sends him sliding back a bit. Michael looks back and sees his reflection's dark red energy surrounding over its entirety body. Michael still got up. "Not impressed. Whatever you are..." He walked close to his reflection, "you aren't scaring me."
His reflection growled one last time and retreated into the dark and replacing it with his normal one.
"Who is that? What does he want with me?"
Closing the door and locking it then heading upstairs. He glances at everyone's rooms; the lights were out. He also hears Oran snoring a little. Michael chuckled and went to his room. His room was medium sized with the usual: a bed, dresser, closet, and a desk full of his notes from a school. He cracks the door, gets his book, and lays on his bed. He opens it and finds all his powers and abilities that he does. Even with the lights off he can still see the writing, but for fun he finds a trick with his light powers.
He holds his right hand close to his chest and closes his eyes, concentrating. A second later his hand glows bright and he opens his hand. A small ball of light was in his palm and it floated above his head shining enough to light his book.
"Better."
He continues to go through his book and finds the other section, his dark powers. He tries to not use them as often, but then again, his other half thinks otherwise. He closes his eyes once again and concentrates on the dark power. His left eye glows and using his left-hand points to a pencil on his desk. It floats in the air, he sighs in relief. Then his red eye glowed brighter and other things from his desk started to float as well. His hand was unable to move, so he grabbed it cutting off the dark energy. He moves his fingers confirming he has control.
"I still don't have control."
Then he quickly skimmed through the book. The other section was about Werewolf endurance, habits, analysis, anatomy, and other topics. Basically, everything that all creatures know about. He closes the book and levitates it back to his desk. Just as he was about to turn out his ball of light, his door creeped open. Michael, with a wave of his hand, moved the ball of light above the door and a white eyes shined back to him. It was Astell in a grey shirt and pants; her night clothes. She scuttles closer to his bed, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" She asked quietly, "Oran's snoring keeps me up all night."
Funny how wolves have good sense of hearing, but put someone who snores next to them can he irritating. Michael smiled and motioned her to his bed. Astell climbed over Michael; on his left side. Michael shifted to his wolf form, he doesn't like to sleep under the cover anyway. Then Astell shifted to her wolf form and took Michael's soft belly fur. Once comfortable she was fast asleep. Moments later Michael felt a breeze on his belly. He looks and sees Oran curled up with Astell. Michael sighs, but allows it if he doesn't snore. Oran was asleep, so it was Michael's turn to join them. Michael's right eye glowed and the ball of light vanished making his room dark again. He lays his head down on the semi-circle of pillows and curls his tail around his two siblings and drifts off with the moon's light shining down on them. Little did they know that the mysterious person in a blue robe watched them sleep from a window on a flying broom, smiling. Then disappeared without making a sound.
