| A Renaissance Wolf

Maski took a step towards Ava. 'Liebermann's chanted codes strip all that away.' He took another step forward. 'I shall proceed with Zubbe's resurrection here at the Bane Gallery tonight, as planned. The sacrifice shall take place before my eminent pureblood audience, and the Master shall rise again. The werewolf community shall finally appreciate my worth and offer support to my vision for the future.' Maski walked towards her, and the fine dark cloth of his suit seemed to swallow the light around him.

'Keep back,' Ava hissed. She took a shuffling step backward, lost her balance, and fell against some boxes.