Chapter 10 - The Sisterhood

A lone werewolf, her silver fur shimmering against the shadows of the tall trees, walked soundlessly through the dark woodland under the pale illumination of the full moon. The clear night air sharpened her senses, and she moved purposefully. The route ahead was well-known to her; it took her over a few hills that obscured the sacred cavern, where the Moonveiled Claws met, and along meandering pathways and streams. Her body started to change as the wolf got closer to the cave's entrance, her bones realigning and muscles twisting. She transformed back into a human, her fur fading away to reveal pale flesh. The sorcerer and magician Lycoria stood at the cavern's entrance, her black robe cascading about her like a liquid shadow. As she entered the hallowed area, she pulled the hood up over her head, letting it hide half of her face. Because of the strong enchantment the Moonveiled Claws had woven into its stone walls throughout the millennia, the air inside was infused with vibrancy.