May 19, 1943
“Blood on the moon,” intoned the High Priestess. In the temple’s smallest chapel, candle light flickered against the gray stone walls. She stared at the crystal held by the life-sized statue of the Moon Goddess. Most lycanthropes could see the swirling colors, but only she could interpret their meanings. “It does not bode well.”
“Alaya, I’ve…
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