The Triplet Alpha's Outcast
Amara's POV
The sacred clearing was alive, pulsating with an ethereal glow, bathed in the gentle luminescence of countless lanterns and the incandescent wash of the full moon. The air hummed with a tangible energy, the very trees whispering with a hush that felt less like wind and more like reverence, as if holding their breath for the sacred ceremony. The pack had gathered in a wide, unbroken circle, a silent, expectant ring of faces, their eyes reflecting the shimmering light, forming a protective, watchful barrier around the ancient Moonstone Altar. It gleamed in the center, a monumental slab of polished white stone, worn smooth from centuries of rituals, of vows made and bonds forged.
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