Malakai's confusion grew as he stood there, expecting something extraordinary to happen.
He thought the ritual would be more dramatic, with flashes of light or bursts of energy. But nothing seemed to be happening.
The woman's warnings to his pack had built up his anticipation, but now he felt like he was just standing in a quiet room.
That was when he noticed it. The white circle drawn on the floor began to glow.
At first, it was just the symbols etched into the perimeter, a soft, gentle light that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
Then, the lines of the circle started to glow too, a bright, shimmering light that seemed to dance across the floor.
The glow grew in intensity, filling the room with a soft, ethereal radiance.
Malakai could feel the energy emanating from the circle, a strange, tingling sensation that seemed to vibrate through his fur.
