. . . . . . Luth's POV. . . . . .
"listen well and listen with your minds open. A night shall come when we would be in darkness for ages. The time lurks near and closer children, and it is no joke," Larkin said, her voice bold in an intimidatingly creepy and fear instilling way, her eyes wide as they stared from the children's faces to faces "a hundred years ago, when your mothers and fathers were but pups, when the bushes told tales to the ones you call elders now, a disastrous event happened. The night called the 'blood night'. It was a night never seen before. A night of total blackness, a night when hell froze over, a night which lasted for many Winters until werewolves couldn't shift and had to starve for many many months, hoping that the night would go away. It was a night when the blood riders crawled from behind the tall walls of the creeks and struck hard, giving an end to many many werewolf packs, many of their kinds......"