Ramsey
I've never trusted in the supernatural. I was not a big believer of the Moon Goddess nor the Universe but I could feel an unease settle all over my body, spreading to every part of my body.
I didn't know if it was the stillness of the evening or the way that it seemed like the wind wasn't moving but something didn't feel right. I could sense it.
Where I stood at the lake's bank, my gaze alternating between Lyla and Miriam as they stood. Knee-deep in the shimmering water. The evening had grown darker, the moon casting its pale glow over the surface of the lake.
The High Priestess had stopped chanting and the lake was too quiet.
Lenny moved closer to me; his voice low as he muttered. "I just received word from one of the Generals, that one of the Werewolf Pack is under attack by Ferals. Although they're doing everything to quell it, it's getting severe."
