Blackfeather Woods the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

Her sister spoke before then blessing the skull, and Lakhesis looked from it and then to the sky. This was only the start, they had many more rituals to complete before the entirety of these woods would support their cause. The wolves would be the hardest of all to convince. They would start with this male before them.

His face spoke of confusion, and Lakhesis couldn't help but let a smile crawl across her own features, even as Shego mentioned dark times. She nodded, she felt it, too. There was unrest and unease, but they would make it right. They would find her.

"Blood is a strong force," she said, looking up to the dark stranger. "It gives life, there is none without it." And through the use of magic, they had learned how to use such a force.