Bianca
Our last evening in Silvermist began with a tour of the village. Benjamin insisted we see the community before leaving, proudly leading us through the small town as the sun began its descent behind the snow-capped mountains.
Despite the obvious economic hardships, the village was really charming. Quaint cottages with smoke curling from chimneys lined the cobblestone streets. Most had vegetable gardens out front, some with chickens pecking around in hand-built coops.
Children played in the central square, their laughter echoing off the stone buildings. While the Werewolf cities had their sleek modern designs and the Lycan capital had its grand architecture, Silvermist was humble but sweet and warm.
“We’ve maintained our traditions despite the economic hardships,” Ben
