*Many Months Later* The Great Cave has long since been evacuated, the creatures that once lived within it having moved on regarding the events of the past, most fleeing from the nightmare their patron had become. Indeed, she did not return to it favorably. Though the bravery of Mauthair held strong to her impending fury, it did not last, and the unnatural mind that a werewolf beholds forced the leader to escape like the others, showing the scars of a monumental battle. Silence whispered through the ancient stone like the wind. That beast which had forced such treachery upon its own kind shed tears with the emotion partial humanity had brought her. Someone, even in the reign of the undying years, had guarded the archives of the wolvern history. For all her corruption, the monster had pledged her life to them in purer form, and though she screamed to free herself again and end such misery, she could do no such thing, lest a curse of intolerable and unending pain were to reign eternal.