I didn't know why I was surprised. Blood was the commonality of all werewolves – it held the essence of everything it meant to be a Wolf. All of our ceremonies came down to blood. Well, blood and ancient words. Nobody really knew the exact origination of the words that made our ceremonies happen; all I knew was that our rituals were connected to the world around us. It was like the Affinity that the Pack Doctors inherited – It couldn't be described through modern science, it was something old and powerful that ran through our veins and nobody could describe. All we knew was that our Rituals worked and that was all that really mattered.
My train of thought was broken as I heard my Mate's deep voice from the wooden platform. More than sixty pairs of eyes traveled upwards and fixated on him
