LUNA AQUAMARINE'S POV
"Gods of our land, Gods of our land! Do not allow this calamity to befall us!"
The words echoed through the castle walls, wrapping around me like thorns.
The sun burned too bright.
Despite the chants and pleas, no gods came.
The man in the middle stood below, hands raised, robes half-falling off his shoulders as he turned in a slow, ritualistic circle.
Others were gathering around him. Pack members.
Some still in nightwear, some with their faces half-covered like they didn’t want to be seen participating, but still... they came.
Alexander’s arms crossed tightly. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, but he said nothing.
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched.
The people’s voices were growing louder. More frenzied.
“Return balance to our lands!
