_Alpha Lucas' POV_
The night of the full moon had finally arrived. Elder Samuel had worked tirelessly to gather the rare and ancient items necessary for the ritual. He combed through old texts and scoured the woods for the elusive herbs and artifacts needed.
The moonlight caster an eerie silver glow over the pack's secluded clearing deep in the forest. Elder Samuel and I stood before an intricately prepared altar, surrounded by a circle of ancient symbols etched into the ground.
The Elder, clad in traditional ceremonial robes, began the intricate process, reciting incantations in a language that felt both foreign and familiar. The herbs, flowers, and roots were arranged in a precise pattern, each one contributing to the ritual's power. I assisted as needed, my heart heavy with the weig
