Blackfeather Woods There's nothing like summer in the city

She woke in the middle of the night, feeling a burning sensation in her loins. She pulled herself from her den, lapping at her groin furiously in a vain attempt to rid herself of the feeling. The pleasurable tingle in her spine told her that this was no sickness. The woman, for she was no longer a girl, shuddered, the realization coming close to mind. Heat.

She had made a promise to her brother, and she kept it. The witch moved through the forest towards the border, her plan in place. Her eye looked upwards at the moon; an auspicious night - it was full. While her mother had told tales of what the moon represented to the Brotherhood, she found that the moon had a powerful influence on her magic, for better or worse. Magic was universal, after all. 

Her scent must be intoxicating at this point, unmistakable to the members of the Woods pack. She howled to @Damien, telling him and the others of her brief departure. She would be back, hopefully pregnant.

She did not feel as if she as ready, but she would not renig on her duties. The witch murmured a prayer to herself, unsure of what males would answer her call, or how many. It would not matter in the end. They would serve their purpose.

Mistress of Secrets, Binder of Fates,
I have drawn this soul to me and made them mine.
Innocence replaced by experience and confusion replaced with devotion.
I claim their fate for You, their body for myself, and their life for my Family.
As I am Yours, they are mine.