The Ancient Moon Ritual Grounds were tucked in a hidden valley, a sacred place spoken of only in hushed tones and revered as the heart of their traditions. Towering trees, their bark worn by time, surrounded the clearing. The branches wove together to form a canopy above, and under the moon’s light, the place looked almost mystical. The stones that stood in the middle of the circle, ancient and weathered, held the secrets of countless ceremonies and stories. It was a place where the past and present merged—where the pack’s history was both honoured and reborn.
But tonight, the air was different.
Instead of the usual reverence, there was an undercurrent of anticipation. The pack had gathered, more of them than ever before. They weren’t here just because they had to be. They were drawn by
