Ava woke up from her deep slumber to find herself tied to an altar. Her hands and legs were stretched far apart and tied to something on the rough surface of the stone made altar.
Her eyes were blindfolded, but she knew where she was. She had realized that it was now time to complete the third ritual.
It was the cave in which the tradition of the last ritual had been getting completed from centuries.
She could not remember anything about the past hours. The only thing she remembered was the end of the second ritual. And a faint dream about the ladies of the pack ravaging her body brutally.
Was that a dream or reality? It felt too real to be a dream but everything inside her head was a blur.
Her attention came back to her current surroundings. The cave had been here for thousands of ce
