"You have one chance, Aria." The Elder's voice was as sharp as the silver-edged blade in his hand, his piercing gaze locked onto mine. "Fail, and you will never claim the title of Luna."
The air was thick with the scent of burning sage and the iron tang of blood from past trials. The Blood Moon Trials had not been invoked in over a century—no wolf had dared to take them. Yet, here I stood, my heart a steady drumbeat against my ribs, my fingers clenched at my sides to mask the slight tremor in them. I would not show fear. Not now. Not when everything was at stake.
Ethan and Kieran stood at opposite ends of the ceremonial ground, their eyes unreadable. Their bond with me pulsed through the mate link—fierce, unrelenting, and full of emotions they dared not show in front of the Elders. I cou
