Chapter Thirty-Six: My Own Way
It started by seeing black shadows. Wolves at the edges of his vision that he thought were watching him, even when he couldn't see them. He would tell me about the strange things he would hear, the laughter, sobs, once, he even saw my mother reaching for him from the corner of his bedroom. In a panic, he raced to the Temple, only for the Oracle, 'Momma Maebelline,' to dole out the sentence: Lunacy. Something akin to rabies, easily spread to full-grown werewolves. There was no known cause, and the effects were generally all psychological, and worse to the Oracle: spiritual. Everyone needed to leave. Now. The kids should stay, just in case the older wolves caught it and spread it to their teen sons and daughters, but they could never come back. This was the Moon Goddess's curse for my fat
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