Ember's POV
As I stepped inside, the thick scent of blood filled my nostrils, a feeling of dread and nightmare wrapping around my body like second skin.
I looked around, scanning the hall, candles lined across the walls, flickering as though they were burning stars, their wax dripping down the walls, giving the illusion of blood dripping.
And from the rafters, huge crimson banners hung high, heavy and wet with a strong scent of disgust which made my stomach churn. And as the drums thudded with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat, aroused wolves howled in rhythm, sounding like war cries being sung from the devil's lair itself.
And with anticipation of the ritual, the air crackled.
This was the Moon Fang Midnight Rite.
And I?
I was the center of attraction tonight, the one to perform and excite the wolves.
They yanked me as though I was an object, as though my body wasn't filled with bruises, still bleeding from the punishments I received yesterday, as though my legs wer
