Nefretiri
I didn't know how to react to what Ivan had said. Did he really think that I'd saved him? He was the one who took me from Ricky, brought me back from the dead, and rescued our daughter. Compared to that, I hadn't done much. I'd spent most of my time trying not to get kidnapped again.
Taking my hand, Ivan turns me toward the pack. Everyone grew quiet, sensing the ceremony was starting. The moon was high, and I felt magic tugging at me in the air. It was different from anything I knew, but there was something familiar about it too. I can't say it was the moon goddess or the energy manifesting differently. However, this wasn't just a ceremony to show off for everyone. An actual ritual to all of it pulled on the source of all werewolves. Whatever it is, it's ancient and aware, watching from nowhere and everywhere at once, experiencing the connection through us.
