Our Luna
I allowed Naima to surface and extend one of her claws.
“I, Luna Lory, unite you with my mate, Alpha Jackson,” I said, taking his hand and using my claw to make a small cut, letting his blood drip into the bowl. “And with myself,” I added, cutting my own palm to let my blood join his.
I focused on the bowl, connecting with everyone who had left their mark within it.
In my mind’s eye, I saw silver threads extending from me to each of them.
I summoned the power of the wind, creating a swirling ball of air that mixed the items in the bowl.