In the middle of the night when the moon was at its peak, bathing the grounds with its bright silver rays, the brothers stood bare-chested, facing each other with a small cup filled with Elyssa’s blood in their hands. The entire pack surrounded them like ethereal beings, pounding their fist against the face of drums to let out strong rhythms that echoed through the night.
Elyssa was standing on a platform, right in front of the brothers in what looked like a small altar with lit candles circling her. Her breath was escaping heavily from her nostrils as she stared with anticipation. This was something way beyond her imagination. Something humans never did. Something that sent shivers down her spine. Yet it was necessary.
As the brothers stared deep into each others’ eyes, the memories of
