Rhea
At last the day of the ritual has come.
The morning finds me waking up from a restless sleep, and with my mind still clouded by the apprehensions about everything over the past few days.
I begin to get myself ready for the ritual, and a sense of isolation takes hold of me where there should be the happiness of becoming a part of a faction after being a wolfless, despised omega for the past twenty-two years — not just any part, but the fulfillment of a prophecy. Despite being surrounded by the coven, I feel utterly alone, and the absence of trust gnaws at me, especially after what I overheard in Valek’s conversation in the secret room. I look at the faces gathered around me, and there is not a single one I can confide in.
The atmosphere in the coven is tense as the time of the rit
