The Moon’s Ascension

Night finally fell like a curtain drawn across the sky, and with it, the sacred grounds transformed into something that was alive with power. The trees surrounding the grounds danced in harmony, almost as if they too were bowing before the arrival of the goddess they were all waiting for. Despite the bright lights from the various fires, it was the moon… the perfect and brilliant moon that commanded reverence.

The chanting had begun as the moon climbed higher, with dozens of priests and priestesses moving in a circle. Their voices rose in solemn harmony, ancient words that had been passed through centuries spreading over the crowd in waves. Their language was old, even older than any living wolf, and its syllables were sharp, each carrying power and authority.

Elena could feel it in her chest, vibrating against her ribs, as if her very bones recognized the call. She was now seated among the women near the front, with her hands folded neatly in her lap as her pulse pounded faster than