"Do you want to know?" She asks with a devilish smile on her cute, angelic face.
"I do." I answer, a little worried by her sudden change of attitude. "Are you going to tell me?"
"I am, but you have to give me something in return." She answers, getting so serious that her face looks way older than her age.
"As you can see by yourself, I don't have much to offer."
"I am asking for a promise. A vow made in blood on the name of the Moon Goddess."
I am shocked. I remember in my lessons at the castle learning about it. It is an antique ritual. The two werewolves cut their skin and let the blood drip together as they swear in the name of the Goddess to fulfill their promises. If they don't, the Moon Goddess curses them both and takes away their humanity, transforming them into mere beasts.
