C133 TREMBLED NIGHT

The moon was wrong.

Too bright… too sharp… almost trembling.

The people of Frostpine Valley walked out of their wooden homes, their breath tingling in the freezing night air as they looked above. Children clung to their mothers. Hunters gripped their spears. Old storytellers muttered, shaking prayers.

Tonight smelt of danger.

Tonight smelt of Kings.

A wolf howled—low, long, trembling