The early morning was cool in the great brick DuBois mansion kitchen where Elzbieta and Petronilla sat drinking tea with their aunt and High Priestess, Corinthia DuBois.
“The moon was full last night,” Corinthia said with a sigh, “and I sensed unsettling sensations when I reached out to draw power to me.”
“Unsettling how?” Elzbieta asked as she spooned sugar into her tea and stirred it.
“I could feel something powerful,” she said, creasing her brow, “but confused.”
“And angry,” Petronilla added. “I could feel it too. Whatever it was, the thing was in horrible pain at one point, terribly hungry, and then filled with unimaginable anger.” She sipped her tea. “I’ve never come across an animal that could broadcast such clear emotions before. They were almost human,” she said, scratching ben
