Dagger of the Blood Moon
The moon hangs full and luminous overhead, bathing the altar in pure silver, the runes awakening with a faint, ethereal glow.
“Blood Moon Pack,” I call, my voice carrying on the night wind, Atlas lending it a resonant growl that echoes through every mind link, binding us as one. “Tonight, under the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess, we welcome one who was once foe into our fold. Kael of the Wilds, step forward and swear your life to this pack, to its Alpha, to its unbreakable bonds.”
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