Orvyn's POV
"Who could have done this?" Ruffus slumped into his chair, the wood creaking slightly under his heavy weight. Gloom and unspoken fear radiated his features, as were the faces of the rest.
The Omicrons are the souls of lost werewolves whose crimes were too grievous to be absolved. The Moon Goddess suffered them rest, confining them to the underworld with insatiable hunger. Not for blood, but for souls.
When the veil between the living and the dead was thorn, it opened a path for the Omicrons to cross over the land of the living, unleashing a reign of terror.
Fortunately, only on a new moon do they appear from the shadows, wearing the dark like a cloak with gleaming eyes white as snow. Any werewolf who looked into the eyes of the Omicrons parted with his soul.
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