The voice; calm and unyielding, responded. "Mott, do I frighten you?"
Mott's growl turned into a crazed shout. "No! You're just a ghost! Werewolves fear no ghosts! We killed you once when you were alive, and now you're nothing but a shadow!"
The Black Swan's voice carried a deadly calm. "You killed me on Witch Night, during my coming-of-age ceremony. Your werewolf soldiers slaughtered me before I could reach my full power. You robbed me of my adulthood, but you couldn't stop what was set into motion."
Mott's voice was cold, his words sharp as claws. "Not all witches are meant to grow up. When one does, it's enough to ruin every plan the werewolves have. That's why you had to die. Yet even in death, you cost us everything. My brother wolf lord Mutu, a hero who could have been the tenth legend of the werewolves, died decades early because of 'you'!"
