The cleansing ritual began at moonrise.
The females led me to a clearing I'd never seen before—hidden deep in pack territory, surrounded by ancient oaks. At the center sat a natural hot spring, steam rising in the cool evening air.
"This is where pack females have prepared for mating ceremonies for generations," Catherine explained. "The water is consecrated. Blessed by the moon and the land itself."
They'd hung lanterns from tree branches, casting golden light across the water. Rose petals floated on the surface, and the air smelled of sage and lavender.
"Remove your clothes," Catherine instructed gently. "There's no shame here. No judgment. Only preparation."
I undressed, feeling vulnerable but somehow safe. These women had shared their stories, their wisdom, their support. They'd e
