Werewolf: Sept of the Green

Prelude: Seek the Wolf


It is like waking from dream.

The first change claws open the fabric of what you have long perceived as real. Even though you have always known you did not belong, that somehow your skin did not fit.

The wolf called and you answered.

Now she waits on the ledge of the hide-and-be-quiet window, impossibly real.

When she speaks you feel her voice inside you, an internal rain.

She says she is lost, like you

And that together you have much work to do.


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