Mathilda
It was past ten pm with the courtyard jam-packed with hundreds of people. Most had traveled down to witness the Blackwood Luna's ritual which took place thirty-two years ago when Cahill's mother was pregnant with him.
Seventy percent of the crowd are dressed in traditional attire. The non-stop beat of drums made me feel like I was going to be initiated into a deadly cult or something, as I am being led to the center of the courtyard with a stick of fire.
There's a dead lion pinned on a stick, and I am left wondering how it was caught until I heard the maids whisper that it was James who caught it himself.
I gulp, trying as much as I can to not fidget at this point because tonight will determine the path my life will take.
