The night had taken hold of the forests of Arcadia, enveloping the millennial trees in a cloak of black velvet. At the top of a rocky promontory overlooking the village of the Pack, Sulyvhan was sitting alone, legs crossed, his hands resting flat on his knees. The night wind made his long silver hair dance.
Since the ceremony of passage to adulthood, where he had stunned the Lycans by slicing sacred trees with a simple beam of energy, a question had haunted him. The members of the pack spoke of a "blessing of the Moon," a divine gift granted to their human brother. Sulyvhan, however, could not settle for this mystical explanation. His mind refused to believe that the power came from a star located thousands of kilometers away.
