The moon sacrifice Part 3
273 Words
In the center of the barn, the ritual reached its peak.
Kadir forced Lara’s bleeding hand downward, pressing it toward the earth.
An ancient symbol carved into the dirt pulsed faintly beneath them—the Aetheri mark.
The moment her blood touched it—
It ignited.
Blue light flared, spreading through the symbol like veins awakening. The glow intensified, casting eerie shadows across the barn, illuminating the pack in ghostly hues.
Lara gasped.
Something inside her responded.
Her body arched, a sharp, unnatural breath tearing from her lungs.
The cold came next.
It spread through her veins like ice, fast and unforgiving.
Her blood—
It was changing.
Turning.
Blue.
Kadir’s laughter echoed, wild and triumphant. “Yes… yes! It’s happening!”
The pack howled louder, their voices rising in unison, feeding the ritual, feeding the power.
Arden fought his way toward her again, tearing through anything that stood in his path.
“Kadir, stop!” he roared.
But Kadir didn’t even look at him.
He was transfixed.
Obsessed.
Lara’s vision blurred completely now.
The world fractured into fragments of light and shadow.
The pain faded—
Replaced by something else.
A strange, overwhelming calm.
As if she were sinking beneath deep water, drifting somewhere far beyond fear.
The last thing she saw—
Was the moon.
Full.
Endless.
Pouring silver light into the barn like a river of ghosts.
Then—
Darkness crept in.
Her body went limp.
And as she fell, the blue light surged brighter.
“Lara, no!”
Arden’s roar shattered the night.
But it was already too late.
Something had begun.
And there was no stopping it now.
- Writer
