ARIC's POV
I stared at the engraved red-eyed wolf mask, tracing my fingers over the intricately carved wooden surface. It was painted with flecks of gray, black, and white, a design that was unique to my mask.
A circlet of grape leaves was carved and painstakingly hand-painted at the top of it, a signature of those with status in the Brotherhood. It had taken me a long time to earn such an honor and I would never get tired of admiring it every time I took it out of its wooden case. I curled my fingers around the edge and lifted it off the table. I took a deep breath before I pressed it against my face, hiding my identity from whoever would join our circle tonight.
