The Black Veil

Agnes’s POV

Another full moon festival had come around. It was not the first since I had come to Ghysem but it was the first since I had recovered my memories. During the last full moon, I had transformed into a wolf but I had no idea then what was going on.

Today was different.

At the peak of the full moon, my wolf came out and joined the many others to howl a beautiful tone in the dewy night.

Achilia’s POV

I could hear the howls of envy at my emergence. The vast majority of the wolves in Ghysem had always envied me.

I stood proud and taller than most of them. My fur was a deep shining brown with flecks of royal purple. I have been told many times that I had the most graceful form.

But I was seething in anger as I stared at the multitude of werewolves that had doubted my existence. I disagreed with Agnes, I had nothing to prove. If they were werewolves indeed should they not have sensed my wolf?

Adrianna’s POV

I had spent the full moon festival with my parents. Partly because I