There are some who cleave to the Oath of the Moon like a jealous lover, who stand by Purity and principles, even when to do otherwise is the only way to survive. There are others who look upon family with the same reverance as a saint does to her church, that to restore a family to unity is as if to restore the whole world. And there are some who are wise, and smart, and knowledgable, and know fear. That to go against the darkness itself risks too much, better to avoid such a terrible task. And there are others who are bound to a duty that they do not understand, and find themselves swept along greater tides.
For many reasons the gathering of wolves on 42nd street is occuring, but tonight, they have one task: to rescue the family of Tony Willowsbark, and bring destruction to a pure safehouse. The night is clear here, with Luna's full face of Fury looking down on the coming battle with a kind of giddiness. Blood will be spilled tonight, werewolf blood.
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The safehouse itself is unassuming, yet another house in a long line on 42nd and E streets. But here is where Julia waits, waiting under an apple tree three houses down, her hands clenching and unclenching. Her patience has finally run out, and now someone's blood is going to run out.