The ritual circle burned with blue fire.
Ancient symbols carved into the stone floor glowed brighter with every drop of blood that fell into the basin at the center.
Ivy stood in the middle of it all.
Barefoot.
Her long dark hair whipped wildly in the supernatural wind rising from the ritual magic. The power of the Primordial bloodline coursed through her veins like molten lightning.
Around her, the elders chanted.
Their voices trembled.
Not because the ritual was dangerous.
Because the woman performing it had become something terrifying.
Not an Omega.
Not merely a Luna.
But something older.
Something the wolves had not seen in centuries.
The Blood Queen.
The basin overflowed with crimson light.
Ivy stared down at the lifeless body lying inside the ritual circle.
Rowan.
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