When they stepped outside, Erin had to shield her eyes from the brightness that was a sharp contrast to the dim interior that she had just come out of. There were many people outside including children – some were in human form and others were in their werewolf form.
There were patches of burnfires in different sections, tipis set up at different points, and a longhouse on the right side of the expansive compound. There was no sign of civilization in this place – everything and everyone looked primitive.
"What year is this?" Erin whispered in disbelief.
"It is the year of the wolverine," replied her mother matter-of-factly.
Even as Erin shook her head slowly in denial, she could see that the legend about the dream stone had been true after all. The blasted pebble had sent her
