In that instant, something ancient woke within her - the bloodline that was never meant to be silent.

She fell forward, gasping, her body shaking from the surge of cold energy rushing through her veins. When the moon's glow steadied, the world was utterly quiet again.

Elowyn fought for her life and finally managed to arise.

From the distance, wolves howled.

Every one of them turned their heads towards the sky.

The Blue Moon had risen and it had answered Elowyn's cry.

Fear ...