Chapter 1 A Blood Moon Night in Chang'an Jiang Yuechu suddenly opened her eyes. The tactile sensation of the asphalt road was gone, replaced by the hard, cold stone slabs. There were no ambulance sirens, only the clamor of voices and the sound of horses' hooves. She sat up. She was wearing a strange ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). She touched her hair; it was tightly coiled in a bun. Around her was a bustling crowd, dressed in wide-sleeved ancient robes. "Who's that?" Someone pointed to the street corner. Jiang Yuechu looked in the direction they were pointing. A huge gray wolf was emerging from the shadows. Its eyes were yellow, and saliva dripped from its mouth. The crowd screamed and scattered.