The Werewolf [COMPLETE]

|Prologue|

It happened on a cold winter night.

The Village was covered in snow. There was not a sound to be heard nor a sight to be seen, every soul was sound asleep in a dreamless slumber. Smoke wasn't clouding the sky to warm fingers and hands anymore. Lamps weren't glowing on bedside tables to lock monsters into their closets or to light pages and pages of books anymore.

For the time of a night, of a few hours, of a couple of minutes, of seconds; for the time of a moment, the streets were empty, and the shops were empty, and the houses were empty.

The moon was also alone in the sky, shining in the darkness of a night without stars, spreading its whiteness to the world, to the Village. And in that moment, that instant, the moonlight fell in the centre of the Village Square.

And the book was there.

The game had begun.