Gracian
Four months after what people are calling the, “Golden Fang m******e”, Priya and I had relocated to Northern Dawnshire. We had a temporary house in Autumn Clove, a large shopping district with a mix of shifters and humans. I had to take on a huge loan to pay for a plot of land and the new house. I was fortunate enough to have parents that educated me on building good credit and making smart investments growing up. The house would be finished in another week, so we’ve been ordering furniture and things ahead of time.
The last funeral of many took place only three weeks ago. The remaining clans decided that the rest of the year would be a mourning period. Priya’s Luna ceremony was set to take place on the full moon two weeks from now. By then, we would be somewhat settled into our
