That she's human

Alas, the night of the full moon had come once more, the night that signified a new dawn, a brand new era.

Lancelot stepped out of his room in his royal silk robe, ready for his precession into the courtyard where the ritual would take place. He walked down the deserted stairs - since everyone was outside waiting - to the door of the palace.

Six guards stood there, when they saw him, they all went down on one knee and bowed to him, just like they always did to his father. Lancelot was taken aback for a moment. Their gesture was a quick and sudden reminder that he was about to take his father's place and be at the forefront of all activities from now on.

He nodded and ordered them to rise up. When they did, he stepped foward and two stood side by side in front of him, while the remaining four lined up at his back. Lancelot stood still, in anticipation, waiting for the sound of drums and the howling and chants of the warrior wolves to usher him in.

He didn't have to wait for long.