Chapter 9. Stealing the Grimoire

Behind her, Layla stripped off her clothes and transformed into a werewolf in a few seconds. Her large, brown furry self stood in front of her best friend, and her glorious form pulled up to their full length, standing on only two feet.

Their eyes met again, a short conversation passing between them.

Then, Layla intertwined her fingers together and placed the palm carefully over Rhia’s firm grip around the doorknob, making sure not a fraction of her skin came directly in contact with the door.

Another unspoken conversation passed between them, and Layla groaned this time. Her face clearly showed how much she disliked this part of the plan.

“Do it!” Rhia urged, “We are already running out of time,”

Layla’s hand tightened around Rhia’s, indirectly tightening around the door handle also, and with a sharp, long tug, she began to pull as hard as she could. Her leg claws dug into the ground hard and she forced more power into the pull, snarling as she pulled