Chapter 33

THE MOON There was always a price to be paid; death for life, war for peace, and darkness for light. The balance could never be altered. Elijah felt the hairs on his arms stand as he fought for control, chill winds passing through the numerous shreds on his shirt as the night embraced him, all of him, including his soul. He knew a Pandora box had long been unleashed, doom loomed in the air like an angry child deprived of treats.  Something wet tickled his bare feet, blood dripping down his claw-like hands as he stood half human-half wolf. Golden orbs scanned through the crowd of angry creatures ripping each other without minding the consequences, roars, screams and angry growls disturbed the silence of the night as thousands of  fighters clashed in blazing fury. "Elijah!!!" "Elijah!!" It all was a bad dream ...let it be a dream....but Elijah knew it was not. Once his inner being recognized the voice calling out to him in the night like a crashing wave, he was snapped back to reali