In an old cave with markings, runes and moon symbols, an elderly woman sat on a flat stone. Seven young girls knelt in front of her, their faces glowing in the soft silver light bouncing off the walls.
"Long ago," the woman began, her voice gentle but clear, "this world was cursed with wars. A High Priestess gave herself to the Moon Deity to save her people. From her sacrifice, seven brave women were born the first Keepers. The Moon Deity gave them the ability to turn into wolves so they could protect the living from angry men. The first Keepers led their people to a safe, peaceful, prosperous land, free from war and greed. That land is our village, Aureria."
The girls listened, wide-eyed and respectful.
"But every blessing comes with a cost," the woman warned. "The Deity tied their lives to the Alpha. If the Alpha dies, so does the pack. This has been true since the first promise was made."
Her expression turned serious. "Now it's your turn, daughters of the moon. On the next full moon, your journey begins. Keep your hearts and spirits pure. Impurity can break the bond between you and the moon."
She raised her hand, signaling that it was time to go. The girls bowed and left the cave. As they stepped into the cold moonlight, the old woman whispered, "May the moon protect your hearts."