Moonless

Chapter 60

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Whoever Sanda was, she had beautiful handwriting. Her letters lopped and flowed across the page in grateful strokes. Her words, her sentences were so beautifully, so it was almost hard to believe the awful thing they said.

The letter read as followed.

December 14th
My dear friend Liam,

Things at Red Crescent are not as you left them, I'm going to tell you the facts straight out. My first indications that something was amiss was on the November 28th  when your father failed to show up for our meeting, regarding using some of my land for his pack on the full moon. Your father was not one to miss a meeting. The full moon came and went with no word from him. When I tried to contact him, I found I could not. I sent out one of my men to see what was going on, they did not come back.
So I went to Red Crescent myself.

I speak plainly when I tell you about what I saw. The first thing I found was serval burnt bodies around the entrance to your pack land. The bodies were of animals, men, and creatures such as ourselves. There is a magical  field surrounding the pack land  evidently. It is invisible, but it makes itself known when something comes in contact with it. It burns whatever it touches.

That's not all though. I could see people on the other side of the barrier. During the day, werewolf
women, men, and children,  gathered at the other side of the barrier and begged us for help. They said their God was angry with them. But there was nothing we could do to help. And when night came and darkness fell, something came for them. Dark shapes of children, that tore apart anyone that did not run and hide when the sun went down."

"Come back Liam and bring with you a mate. Your pack needs you and you need to be strong enough to break through the barrier. I just hope Aaron finds you before it's too late for your pack."

I lowered the letter and stared blankly up at Liam, Annie, and Rossi. Annie stood behind Liam.

The wind carried bits and pieces of there conversation to me, while it drowned out the rest. But I could fill in the rest of what was lost in the wind, by the dramatic hand gestures that Annie made towards the direction of her brother."

"....if we needed to...."

"When the sun sets...."

"...bring him along. "

"...we need to do it now."

And suddenly. All three of them were staring down at me from there perch above me on the hill."

"Rossi began walking towards me, and after a small amount of hesitation, Liam and Annie followed suit until they all stood in front of me."

Rossi flicked her thin, delicate figures and a small purple clothes bag, tied with appeared golden yarn appeared within her grasp.

"Are you ready?" She asked me.

Without needing to ask what she meant I replied, "Yes, but I need to know the price I must pay to  Hecate."

Without a word Rossi reached into the bag, and when she removed it, she held a handful of course red tinted salt. She began circling me, while  letting the salt shifted through her fingers and onto the rocky, frozen ground. Then she stepped around me, criss-crossing the lines until I stood in the middle of a pentagram.

Once she was done with her handiwork she dusted off her hands and came to stand before me once again.

"I think that's a question that you should ask her when she gets here," Rossi replied and suddenly the cold cruelty of the  bitter winter day gave way to a warm spring day.