Shar would never pass up a chance to slay her sister's avatar. The feud between the Twin Goddesses of creation had lasted far too long, and the Lady of the Night had always held the upper hand in their war.
But this time was different. When the two goddesses met on the seaside cliffs of Balduran's Isle, Shar seemed more wary than Selûne.
For Selûne now possessed the power of the local faith.
All the faith accumulated over thousands of years by the inhabitants of Balduran's Isle, or Werewolf Island, had summoned Selûne. Bolstered by that local faith, she was immensely powerful-more powerful than the avatar Shar had dispatched.
The Twin Goddesses faced each other before Dorn's statue. Selûne silently drew her mace, while Shar brought out her twin blades with a cold smile. Another battle between the sisters seemed inevitable.
"To think you would send another avatar for him. That isn't like you, little sister." Moonlight and starlight fell upon the warhammer in Selûne's hand. She regarded her irritating, disobedient sister with a sly smile.
That smile was like melting winter snow, like thawing icebergs. The cool, peerlessly beautiful Selûne scrutinized the Lady of the Night, much like an exemplary elder sister confronting her wayward younger sibling.
That look disgusted Shar. Utterly disgusted her.
The Lady of the Night had come for a reason. She had been pondering how to steal Aaron away from her useless sister, to inflict the greatest pain and deepest wound upon Selûne.
Charlotte's use of the Shadow Weave had allowed Shar to pinpoint Werewolf Island's location, so she had come.
"Tell me, sister. When you pretended to be his mother and held him in your arms, were you wearing stockings?" Shar asked with a sneer.
"..." This time, Selûne's expression changed.
Selûne harbored a