Under the vast night sky, a full moon hung high, casting a silver glow across the territory of the Blood Moon pack.
The central plaza before the pack house was surrounded by blazing torches, illuminating the night in golden firelight.
The steady rhythm of ceremonial drums echoed through the air, mingling with the haunting melody of flutes that danced on the night breeze. Thick clouds of fragrant smoke rose from ancient bronze incense burners, filling the air with a heady, intoxicating scent that cloaked the space in a sacred, timeless atmosphere.
The high-ranking wolves of the pack had gathered, all dressed in traditional ceremonial robes, seated in neat rows with solemn expressions, their eyes fixed on the altar ahead.
On the stage stood two ancient stone pillars, carved with the maje
