Blood on the Blood Moon
The sounds of the “windy city” always feel good in my ears. The autumn wind blows through my hair as I approach the club. I glance down the street and into the sky, the moon is rising, full and with a very distinct red color. A wonderful night for a blood moon. The lights on the sign are bright and colorful, as they spell the name ‘Excalibur’, which is a great place to go on a Friday night. Who would have thought that the scum of the underworld would come here to spend a night out? Well it’ll be the last mistake they’ll ever make. As I approach the door, one of the bouncers moves to see if I’m armed. I stare him down, letting my lycan flow through my eyes. He backs away, fear in his eyes. It has always amazed me at how simple it is for a wolfen to move around with ease. I entered the bar. Lights and music fill my eyes and ears almost immediately. Only a few steps in and already I’m surrounded by people involved in a ritual danc...