Outside Mercia and to the forest, Princess Loaisa and the four wolves of Wolfsbane looked up to the sky as the moon gradually was turning gray as though a huge, dark cloud was passing by leisurely, not care if the world below turned into grayish darker now that the only light from the moon was obstructed. Princess Loaisa stared at it despite the pain ripping her heart, knowing exactly what that meant. When four pairs of eyes glanced at her, she closed her eyes to the moon and began her prayer. In their background, from the heart of Wolfsbane, the wolves’ loud howls could be heard all over the Agartha. Their anger was domineering the broken cries, and it would be dangerous if other packs realized what happened to the Wolfsbane’s Alpha. Princess Loaisa must do what she had to do before they
