“Let’s go to the basement,” Iris said. She herded them downstairs. She locked the door behind them and gestured them to sit on the small sofa.
“I’ll explain; There are two master clans: Us, and the Chekkovs. Only, they, instead of trying to stop the curse, have decided to wreak havoc on the surrounding clans and us,” Iris sighed. “Everyone has turned away from them. We thought they had forgotten their enmity. Looks like news of you has been going ‘round pretty quickly.”
“It’s not my fault I was born with white fur!” Luna whined.
“We know, we know. Save the whining for later. Back to my point: the Chekkovs are like us. You can’t trust any other wolf than the ones that we know,” Iris said sternly.
“You mean the curse works on them, too?” Luna gaped.
“Sure as hell, honey. And those are some pretty harsh wolfies out there,” Iris went to the closet.

“Say, Mark…”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know how to operate a shotgun?”