Chapter three

Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night. May become a wolf. When the wolf bane

blooms. And the autumn moon is a bright.-the wolf man

Ralph Garnier struggled with the enchanted cloak, Ulf thought that Ralph might be cursed because

of the unstoppable growling, his skin enlarging, accompanied with goose blotches, his head reshaping.

"I am a werewolf yet a part of me craves for the moon, like the tides, my skin rise, and fall, when the

moon is to its fullest, great events will befall. The only beauty my eyes want to trace is the one that

made me growl in pain, the one I have bitten and inflicted a permanent scar." Ralph mumbled under his

breath

Ulf wrapped the cloak around him, to ensure he ceased growling and murmuring to himself, but to no

avail.

Ulf has to remind him of his task given to him by his tribe or run away, they are craving for his blood

from the moon goddess because he refuses to kill one of the silver syndicate tribe, whom he would

rather bite than kill.

"You have bitten a silver syndicate, and they are coming to attack your tribe in full force, we have not

received any information yet, but I believe they would sabotage, they know, we don't," Ulf said in a low

tone.

Ralph stopped yowling and his emotions stopped rising, he went into a reminiscence of the event that

took place two days ago.

The Blood Talons concluded to hunt for blood at night, that is the only way they could get perfect raw

blood to offer a ritual to the moon goddess.

Leading a dog's life, Ralph was chosen to hunt alone, get the blood of a female while the other

packmates and the Alpha relaxed in a tent, and the hunters were ordered to hunt for food. On getting to a cave, he heard a voice and the candlelight waving back and forth, he was stridden

towards the direction of the voice in an unobserved manner, clasped her arm, and bite her so

destructively, a young female who stood to watch over a cub that was kept by one of a beta family.

His fang went deep into her skin, down to her inner muscle.

Her scream was slowly melting into a howl, a mournful howl that hung around, a she-wolf, a goddess in

every shape and form.

Ralph let go of her as his sharp fang tormented the young she-wolf. She ran off without a glance at

Ralph out of the cave to the wolf wood.

His taste was now bloody, not stained, he stared at the open space with blank thoughts, nothing to

imagine, Only what was left in his thoughts was the image of the goddess, she-wolf, brushed with death.

He cannot continue the blood hunting, confused, restless, enraged in thought, fearful, his fang dripping

blood, his system became weak, emotions rose to the climax, and his feet shrink to a default.

Back to his world, a frightful chamber, the blood talon tribe is hunting their packages.

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"The Blood talon could not get a ritual to perform to the moon goddess, this would result in a serious

crisis, that would have to banish one of the tribes from Sazi-thur, it could be the silver syndicate or the

blood talon or even the Heritage moon" Grigori announced to his hunters, warriors.

"Get ready for we will not only lead the Bone shadow, the silver syndicate, and blood talon as well, but

the moon goddess also would conclude the situation, when they could not perform any of the

assignments." He added, standing in the open space of the wolf woods.

The sazi-thur could only change into humans when taking a shower, they transit when the water from

the faucet touches their fur.

The existence of the different tribes of Sazi -thur, which was once a pack, the elder researched bones,

watching how the light plays off them, how darkness bleeds beneath them. She cares about the shadow,

not the bones.

A beta hunt for blood and started biting the packmates to initiate them to manifest the hunting of

blood, it was at first a test that escalated into multitudes of a new blood talon pack and then tribe.

The Heritage of the moon was formed when the full moon appears an Omega to arise to an Alpha, the

Alpha picks his packmates. The silver syndicate is formed by a runaway Alpha, who went in search of

Gold but discovered silver in turn. "She is a lone wolf that is destined to die, but fate would not allow her to get eliminated from this wolf

world, the pain she undergoes would kill the whole tribe ". The only solution is to banish her from the

tribe ". Adolf announced as he arrived at the sickbed with his mate, Ashina.

Adolf noticed stale blood like a scar on the left arm of Lily, it was extraordinary and significant to read,

unable to understand, he gazed at her unconscious state in disgust, touching the stale blood, he realized

it was a shapeless permanent mark on her left arm. To him, the dent meant a supernatural entity but he

can't decipher, the more he tries to think, the more mysterious it becomes.

" Jason and Tommy let us see in brief, a message was received from the two tribes of Sazi-thur. Meg and

Ashina, the needs of the affairs of the industrial management need to be taken care of, Greg and Shawn

are fighting over the locus "Adolf let out with an authoritative tone, the first son of max and a Beta

looked from one person to another before he led the way out.

Jason respects Adolf despite the fact that he might be an Alpha, but he prefers Adolf to handle his

private crisis. This made Adolf a different authoritative Beta that acted as a leader, which he wished for.

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