The moon was shining brightly in a cloudless sky. It was a perfect night for the yearly occasion. After exchanging brief greetings and friendly banters, the werewolves spread on the field and took their seats.
At 8 PM sharp, the High Seer appeared from the temple. Her appearance commanded silence. The atmosphere turned solemn almost instantly. Her movement was graceful as she walked soundlessly toward the heightened stone platform in the middle of the yard.
The High Seer was an elderly woman who had lived for more than two hundred years. Despite her age, she looked no older than twenty years old. Her youthful appearance was a direct blessing from the Moon Goddess. Only her long, silver hair bore testament to her actual age.
The mass started with a formal greeting to all participating werewolves. Then, everyone was required to recite the Blood Oath together.