Chapter 42 — Shadows in the Water, Colors on the Border, and Whispers from the Grave
These hollowed halls had been here long before the Silver Moon Pack claimed them. The soft stone etched in eternally glowing runes and sigils from days long forgotten. His people found them and they first welcomed and then claimed his people.
Now these halls only recognized the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. Once one of them died their name appeared upon the wall in a seemingly random place. Even Alpha and elder was placed where the halls saw fit and to visit your loved ones you had to follow their aura to their name.
The first time he had come he had to find his grandfather. The trek was long and he learned much, about himself, and about who he thought he was. He had finally understood the difference in the two.
