When the winters roll in on the Southern pack the ice freezes over and blankets everything. If it wasn't for the mental link the pack wouldn't speak for months on end. Ours was a land of extremes but it made for stronger wolves, more gifted wolves and wolves more comfortable in their own skin. None of the other packs spent as much time shifted, communing with the goddess as we did. The 11th house resented us for it.
-Diary of Elsbeth Moonchild, Alpha of the cursed Southern Pack
The morning came sooner than I'd hoped. Elders of all twelve houses gathered about the table once again. Elder Moonchild sits facing me and to her left is Elder Whiteclaw. Like the last time none of the other elders reveals themselves until one last body enters the room. Next to Giselle stands an elder, and much to my astonishment, she drops her hood.
