Cyprus was sitting in the back with his other witchy friends chatting about the full moon ritual that they were about to do in three days.<br/><br/>"All we need is the heart of a beast to make the spell complete." Said the aging woman at the end of the table. Her hair was silver with age and wisdom but her skin was as fair as a maiden the day before her wedding.<br/><br/>"Where are we going to find one at-" Cyprus began to say when he felt a pound in his head. He grabbed at his head and groaned. The blond man looked up and scanned the room looking for the source of the pain. The witches around him started to mummer to themselves about what they were watching.<br/><br/>"Brother Cyprus, what do you feel?" said a young ravened haired witch putting a comforting hand on his back.<br/><br/>"There is pain in the room. I think it is a beast of the moon about to do a transformation." He said back gritting through his teeth. He focused on the throbbing pain in his head to try to find the source. The more he focused on the pain the more he wanted to drink so he grabbed the wine that was next to him and chugged the crimson drink.<br/><br/>In one moment he locked on. Almost directly in the center of the tavern was a cloaked figure chugging a beer. He felt that the person was a female but could not tell much more than that. In an instant the figure stood up and dashed outside before he could get anything else.<br/><br/>"I think I have have found who we have been looking for." The blond boy said as he stood up and grabbed his large black cape and followed behind the woman running the the icy cold.