Beth's POV
"The Dark Moon Goddess gave it to me for safekeeping when I was very young."
The old King's eyes were filled with nostalgia. He stared at the short sword in his hand and ran his finger across the blade as if he were traveling back through it to the time when he had met the Dark Moon Goddess.
It could be seen that the memory was very precious to him.
I began to wonder about the relationship between the old King and the Dark Moon Goddess. He slowly raised his head, looked at the woods outside the church, and told the story in an old voice, "She saved my life. When I was a kid, I was very naughty, and I hated staying in the pack. One night, when the guards weren't looking, I shifted into a wolf and ran out for some air. Unfortunately, I met a rogue, who was much stronger than me."
Vicious rogues would attack any werewolf they encountered who was alone. The old King must have been utterly terrified.