Deep into the night, the grave they had dug up earlier was disturbed again. The dead Luna was never meant to rest in peace—not by those who held resentment in their hearts.
The coffin was pried open, revealing nothing but decaying bones. The assigned men began their search immediately, their objective clear: retrieve the "Core"—a crystal-like orb that housed the very essence of a werewolf's life.
Though a werewolf's body might rot, the Core never did. It remained, even long after death. But after thorough searching, there was nothing. No Core.
They paused, confused. How could that be?
What they didn’t know was that the bones buried in that grave had never belonged to the late Luna at all. Instead, it was a cleverly chosen set of research bones, cloaked in her scent.
This deception had
