Five
His smile widens.
Sam rambles a bit as usual. I don't fully understand everything, but I do grasp this: there is a blood pact-the curse. Every five centuries, after the fifth summer solstice, if a cursed she-wolf does not exist, the pack is wiped out by the magic of the moon.
There's no refuge, cure, or barrier that can stop the massacre.
But the blood pact goes further. Every five weeks, a wolf is executed by a wolf hunter. A sanctioned death, carried out in front of everyone.