The air was still thick with morning mist as Octavia tightened the knot of her cloak and slung her leather satchel over her shoulder. Her long strides echoed across the forest path, her mind focused, her heart hammering with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Today would mark the beginning of a new era—for the Mystical Pack, for the Alpha… and for herself.
Before she stepped onto the main road leading to the Alpha’s mansion, she veered into her hidden cave—a place shrouded in silence and sacred energy. Kneeling on a stone altar, she began her ancient rites. Her fingers trembled slightly as she poured oils into a clay bowl, mixing herbs and feathers soaked in blood. With a steady voice, she chanted words passed down from generations—words meant to appease the gods and bend fate to her wi
