[Mnemosyne]

"Oh, right," said Lalaith with a grin. "That'd be me." Standing up and stretching, she felt her muscles expand and the fur sprout out of her flesh as she transformed into the last wolf.

Rikae backed away, clutching the knife in her hands. "Get away from me! I'm not afraid to kill you!"

"Yes you are," said Lalaith. "You were too afraid to vote and too afraid to make sure both of us would die at the same time according to your precious plan."

"You're supposed to die! That's the rules!"

"No, the rules are that when there are as many of you as there are of me, I win. The end."

"Her game, maybe. But we don't have to play by her rules. We could still try to get out of here!"

"Hmm, one human and a wolf versus this place. And you think we'll be able to get out even better than when I still had my brother and sister? Don't think we didn't try breaking free! Don't you see? There's no escape unless we play by her rules!" She took a swipe at Rikae. Rikae struck out with the knife and slashed at Lalaith's chest.

"Oh, fighting, are we?" said Lalaith. "Might as well make it a good show, I suppose! Now, shall we make this like Tol Sirion?" Suddenly their surroundings shifted and they were in an old dungeon.

"Yes," said Lalaith, "that's a little more like it. Although if we want to go for real historical accuracy, you shouldn't be armed..." Rikae's knife vanished.

"That--that's not fair!"

"I know; isn't it marvelous?"

Lalaith leaped upon Rikae and tore her heart out. As she bit into the succulent meat and felt the warm blood course down her throat, she could not help but let out a long, glorious laugh of victory.