The last bit of night faded away as Dante ran up on his destination. Rising out of the ground, in the middle of dense forest, was a tower. He'd always believed its existence was a legend. Every wolf pup grew up hearing the story of the tower and how it was where the Moon Goddess transformed the first wolf and bound him to her. What they weren't told then is that the Moon Goddess herself was the first witch.
The tower was a tall, crumbling structure. Thick, tangled ivy climbed up the column reaching the top. Bits of old brick peaked through. The top was shaped like a small house. A singular window was visible. Its glass cloudy and shattered. The scent of lavender and sunshine permeated the air around him. She was there. Roman's scent was there as well but was faint and had mutated. He sme
