It was them against the world; a pride of two lionesses with no need for a lion. They hunted together, fed together, slept together. Everything done as a unit, inseparable from each other, one mind in two bodies.

That night, just as they did every full moon, they hunted.

Rachael and Eva stalked their prey in the hills outside of Los Angeles. Guided by erratic breathing and the smell of sweat paired with tears, the two women slipped in and out of the trees in unison, eyes forward, always with their prey in their line of sight. It was their favorite time of the month and they savored every minute of it.