“Nearly three hundred years ago, after the marriage that united the High Crescent Moon with the North Star Pack into what we now call the North Crescent Star Pack, an illness began to spread,” Elder Yona begins.
“It appeared shortly after the birth of their first heir, but with the help of the immortal witch, the sickness was quelled.”
She steps slowly across the front of the room like a caged tiger watching its audience.
“However, one hundred fifty years later, the sickness returned. And this time, it wasn’t quelled quickly. The outbreak decimated multiple packs and several covens before vanishing again.”
A ripple of unease moves through the students.
“And finally,” she continues, voice dropping, “as most of you know, a decade ago, the illness returned once more with a vengeance. Mo
