The night came and the guild was closed, this was necessary since all werewolves couldn't work on a full moon.
To not arouse suspicion they did this three times a month. This included the branch guilds.
The official reason was that, the guild worshipped the god of adventures Apangu, he was a well known God.
And three night each month they held a prayer thus forcing the guild to close. This seems to have worked.
Nobody so far had suspected anything, at least not to their knowledge. Adrian looked at Annie.
" Any more information about the Grieved Souls thing?" He asked.
She nodded, " It's what you would expect, the top forces took action, after all many of their members were effected.
What makes this thing terrifying is that the Grieved Souls are always stronger than their targets.
I heard rumours that one of the priests, one powerful enough to use occult magic at the level 5 range has been marked."
