Wand and Weaver

I can hear the wolf howl, every sunset. Moving in the shadows, who feels love, who spreads lies. What good is magic if it can't protect you?I can still hear the Herald of the Giants condemning me, bringing shame on me, and on my family. Then to help a friend, I threaten the Fairy Queen.Through it all, I show up at work every day, paint my face, and dance against the night. It may not defeat the beast, but it raises the spirits of the community. It is stalking us, hungry for blood. We have to find a way to stop it before it kills us all.