The winter solstice festival of the Blood Moon was the most sacred ancestral observance in the eight-hundred-year history of the Blackfang Pack. For three days leading up to the solstice, the eleven northern clans—from the jagged glaciers of Piz Bernina to the dark pine forests of the Lower Morteratsch—had traveled across frozen mountain passes to gather inside the colossal walls of the fortress. They brought gifts of smoked mountain trout,…
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