Chapter 21: The Young Guard

Stockholm, 1264

In a distant moment, in another gathering, a young guard stood patiently as he waited for the man who had stolen the necklace from the pregnant woman's neck to arrive. He stood behind an expansive line of worshippers who were adoring a statue of the first human werewolf to be murdered with a silver knife. He watched as stars flashed before him, clustered together and then disappeared as if he was experiencing a trance. Yet, the werewolves he was guarding, continued what they were doing as if they didn't notice the abnormal movements of the stars.

A quick catch and dash.

A rare necklace arrival.

An unprecedented warning.

As the time and ceremony went by, the guard fought off the pleasure to take a piss outside the camp as he reminded himself of the grave consequences attracted from careless errors. It was almost 9 PM when he saw a man dressed awkwardly nearing the entrance of the camp, and yet he still felt undisturbed by the man's i