I looked up to see the shopkeeper. She was a Lycan woman who gave off a distinct hippie vibe, her hair braided with colorful threads and small silver bells that chimed softly as she moved. She wore a flowy, patchwork tunic and smelled of lavender and old parchment.
"It’s more than just a trinket, dear heart," she continued, her eyes tracing the jagged lines of the black diamonds. "This is forged from star-iron—metal that fell from the sky when the world was young—and shadow-stone. The silver has been tempered in the waters of the Moon Basin to ensure it never tarnishes, no matter how much blood or salt touches it. The links of the chain are woven with enchanted sinew, allowing the metal to stretch and expand as you shift, so it remains safely around your neck even when your wolf takes the
