It was the early morning noises that woke me out of sleep. I lifted my eyelids, greeted by a rocky ceiling, damp, irregular and strangely animated by dancing shadows. It took several seconds before I remembered that I was in the heart of the Garou city, and a handful more to realize that if the Moroi hadn’t shown up, it was because Rucker had taken risks. I sighed, pushed back the sheets I had bundled myself in, and sat up. Here the torches were lit day and night, the air reeked of hot iron, burnt wax and animal fat.
A pitcher of water, soap, a bath towel, a table, two chairs, a cup, two or three sheepskins thrown on the floor, a curtain which obscured the opening of the room… That was all there was around me, and I would have bet that with a few details, it was the same with all the p
