CHAPTER FIVE: THE LUNA'S INITIATION
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The moon loomed full and heavy in the night sky, silver light spilling across Moonveil Pack’s courtyard. Wolves of every rank gathered in a wide circle, their faces lit by flickering torches. Tonight was sacred—an initiation night. Jenny, daughter of the Crescent moon pack and soon-to-be Luna of Moonveil pack, would finally be initiated into Moonveil as their future Luna.
Jenny’s heart pounded as she stood at the edge of the stone circle, her white gown trembling in the breeze. The weight of every eye pressed against her skin. She could feel their judgement, their whispers, their doubts.
“She doesn’t look strong enough.”
“Too timid for a Luna.”
“ Why would the Alpha choose her?”
They didn’t know her secret—that she had never shifted, that no wolf stirred withing her no matter how she tried. If this ritual revealed her weakness, her shame would be exposed before them all.
The Elders of Moonveil stepped forward, cloaked in silk-threaded robes. One carried the Book of Moonveil, its cracked leather cover older than any living wolf. Another held the ceremonial dagger, its gold blade gleaming in the firelight. At the center of the circle rested a gold bowl, polished until it reflected the moon itself.
An Elder’s voice rang out, deep and commanding. “Tonight, under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, Jenny—chosen mate of Alpha Zayne—will vow her loyalty to Moonveil Pack. By blood, she will be bound. By vow, she will be sealed.”
Jenny’s knees threatened to buckle, but she forced herself forward. Each step echoed in her ears like thunder. She could feel Brianna’s eyes from the crowd—burning, jealous, sharp as daggers. Her sister’s smile was painted on, but Jenny knew what it hid: rage, humiliation, envy.
The Elder handed her the dagger, its weight felt unnatural in her hand, heavy with expectation. She swallowed hard, staring at her reflection in the blade. Don’t falter. Don’t let them see your fear.
“Offer your blood” the Elder intoned.
Jenny pressed the blade to her pal, Pain lanced across her skin, warm blood welling before dripping into the silver bowl. The crowd held its breath.
The Elders began to chant, their voices weaving into a haunting melody. The candles around the circle flared, their flames reaching higher, trembling as though stirred by an unseen wind.
At first, the smoke from the bowl rose in gentle spirals, just as it had for countless initiations before. But then, without warning, it twisted violently, curling back down toward Jenny.
Her breath caught.
The smoke coiled around on her arms, her shoulders, her hair. It wrapped her in a shroud of silver-gray, cold against her skin. Gasps erupted from the crowd.
“That’s not normal—”
“Whta’s happening?”
“An omen…”
Jenny’s chest tightened as the smoke pressed closer, encircling her like a serpent. For one terrifying moment , she thought it might consume her completely. And then—
The smoke shot upwards in a sudden burst, spiraling into the night sky before vanishing into the stars. The torches dimmed back into their normal glow, leaving the courtyard in stunned silence.
Jenny stood trembling, her bleeding hand clutched against her chest. She didn’t understand what had just happened.
An Elder cleared his throat, his voice unsteady. “The vow… is sealed. Jenny of Moonveil Pack is recognized under the Moon Goddess as Luna-to-be.”
The crowd cheered, but it was fragmented—half awe, half unease. Some eyes shone with admiration, d others narrowed with suspicion.
Jenny bowed her head, willing her shaking legs to carry her back to Zayne’s side. But her mid reeled. Why had the smoke bound?Why had the ritual gone so wrong?
At the edge of the crowd, Brianna’s face was twisted with fury. She had wanted Jenny to fail, to be shamed, to finally be exposed as unworthy. Instead, Jenny stood at the centre of a mystery, marked something even the Elder’s couldn’t explain.
As the pack began to disperse, Jenny lingered near the circle. The Elders huddled together, their whispers urgent.
“The smoke should not have done that.”
“It is tied to the Alpha’s curse” another said.
“We must not let the pack know.”
Jenny froze, her breath shallow. The curse… they meant Zayne.
Her gaze lifted, drawn to him across the courtyard. Zayne stood in the shadows, tall and unyielding, his face carved from stone. But in his eyes she saw it—pain, anger, and something that looked like fear.
The truth struck her like lightning.
This wasn’t only about her initiation. Whatever bound Zayne, whatever haunted him, had touched her now. The Moon Goddess had tied her fate to his, through curse as much as bond.
Jenny wrapped her arms around herself as the night wind bit into her skin. The cheers of the crowd still echoed, but all she felt was dread.
Her life in Moonveil had just begun, and already, the shadows of the curse were closing in.
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