The night was still, and the air was heavy with anticipation as the pack gathered in the sacred clearing, a secluded area deep within the forest, surrounded by trees.
The full moon, known as the Blood Moon, loomed large in the sky, casting a red glow over the gathering.
The pack members were dressed in ceremonial robes, their faces painted with symbols of their lineage, as they prepared for the Blood Moon Ceremony—a ritual meant to strengthen their bond and powers.
They lined the clearing, their eyes fixed on the raised dais at the center, where Marcus stood, a commanding presence even among the most seasoned warriors.
Alina stood just behind him, her heart pounding in her chest as she surveyed the gathered wolves. She could feel the weight of their gazes—assessing, curious, and expectant.
