800 AD England.

Misbrook manor’s walls seemed darker than usual since your seven oldest brothers had barged in to take you home from a friend’s house right before your eighteenth birthday. They hadn’t said anything, besides your father Lord Dorrn Stonefell wanted you home before the moon rose again for your birthday. You thought nothing of it, until you had gotten home.

Your father seemed cold to anyone on the outside, but you knew him for his warmth and laughs. It came as a surprise when there was none when you came home. When he sat you down and explained to you in the dining hall why your family was more cautious than most, why they choose their alliances more carefully than others, and why the Stonefell house hadn’t fallen in over 300 years. All because your family has a dark secret, one that could get all of you killed if the wrong people knew. Your family is werewolves, hiding in plain sight. And on your eighteenth birthday, you will transition too.

You had laughed, calling your old father mad, until the moon had risen after your eighteenth birthday and you realized the truth for yourself. Now, this place you had grown up knowing your whole life, suddenly feels foreign. And the dangers feel everywhere when another thing your father told you settles deep in your gut - as far as any Stonefell knows, the Stonefells are the last of the werewolves since the plague ravished all of Europe. All you can pray is that someone finds words of other wolves that have survived.