Connor frowned as he listened to the Skinwalkers' Leader. He had understood that the young woman had been kidnapped. She was probably badly excruciated if she refused to do what her torturers asked of her. Her appearance must have been different from having endured multiple wounds, but did that justify using such a word to refer to her? Had what she had suffered changed her to the point that even her clan who cherished her went that far?
"What do you mean by a thing that looks like Light?"
"It has probably never been explained to you properly, but our tribe and the Werewolves are considered to be the children of the Moon Goddess."
"Yes, I figured that out on my own. It is because each of your races has received a blessing from the Goddess." Connor said with a shrug.
"Yes, that's right. And as children of the Moon Goddess, we all have something in common. Our aura."
