d disturbance, like a stone dropped into a calm pool. He believed he already paid. The cryptic phrase

st the rough wood, but instead of dust, she felt something hard and cold. She

symbol: a crescent moon, almost full, cradling a single, stylized wolf's head. It was ancient and beautiful, but what chilled her

s his p

e time: 12:47 AM. She picked up the discarded note Moonsly had written, the one with his name. The paper was thicker than normal, and

about the folklore section. She ran back, pulling down the thickest,

autiful, marked with the identical Silver Mark on his hand. The accompanying text confirmed h