Once, the Garou were one. Once, there was one tribe, one breed in unity against the Wyrm in full, primal fury. It is in this time, our story begins.

Signs have led a group of Garou to a once-sacred spot, a long disused caern of immense power, now left in ruins. In this place, Gaia has ordained that the greatest of the Garou shall meet. But the legends of the Garou know not the will of Gaia. They are so wrapped up in their own glories that they miss the gentle request of the Celestine for their attendance to this holy place. So Gaia has chosen messengers to tell them of her will, and set them on the path that they must tread.

She has called. Who will listen?

The Chosen Day, The Chosen Hour