Crimson light from a full red moon streamed through the jagged windows of the Red Moon coven fortress and exposed Jodie's position by the window sill. She was leaning against it, her finger pads pressed against the rough, ice-cold stone as she stared out.
The cool night air brought along with its chill the heavy stench of werewolves. There were dozens of them, maybe even hundreds, surging across the barren earth, their fur glinting like oil under the moon's glow. Their eyes burnt yellow, wild and unyielding as their howls tore through the stillness of the night, chorusing their anger and wrath. It was war. They were coming for the Red Moon witches. For her mother. For her. The walls trembled faintly, as if the buildingitself dreaded what approached.
