As part of the ceremony I would make a blood oath to my father, the alpha, and to my pack.
This would require that I stayed wounded long enough for blood to drop from my palm. The ceremonial knife was made of silver, the only metal that could injure a wolf of Alpha heritage long enough to draw blood.
Every pack had a ceremonial blade made of a special silver blessed by the moon goddess. It was this blade that my grandfather held in a velvet cloth.
Most wolves would have burned at the touch of the blade even through the cloth, but not a wolf of an alpha family. That was why at least one elder had to come from the alpha bloodline.
"Are you ready?" My father asked as he looked me in the eyes, I simply nodded in response.
I didn't trust my voice, I was worried it would break and I would end up embarrassing myself in front of the pack and the council members.
