Chapter 65
The blood moon hung over the sacred grove like a giant crimson eye, casting everything in an otherworldly red glow that made the ancient stones look like they were carved from fire.
I stood at the edge of the ceremony circle in my traditional white gown, the ancestral pendant warm against my chest, watching as the entire Blood Pack filed into the grove. Mason stood across from me, looking devastatingly handsome in his ceremonial black clothes, but I could see the tension in his shoulders.
We'd spent the afternoon going over security arrangements and trying to identify who might be wearing the silver bracelet from my vision. No luck on either front.
“Are you ready?” Elder Marcus asked, positioning himself at the center of the stone circle with an ancient leather-bound book t
