Shaman Class Hall Entrance Novels & Stories

LUNARVILLE CLAN The air inside the courtyard was thick with anticipation and a buzz of activities as a few of the councillors sat on the wooden chairs round the ornate table. Their voices rose and fell in excited conversations, and all eyes were fixed on the door that led into the hallway. "He should be out anytime now..." Councillor Tudor was saying, looking sideways at the Shaman who was seated just beside him. "I hope he has everything he needs." The Shaman smiled knowingly. "He will be. He's had four years to prepare, he won't fail his clan."

I restrained myself and turned back. A few hours later, a bell rang inside and doors opened. Guards motioned us toward the main hall. I forced my hands to my sides and walked in. The Shaman from the Blue Moon pack had come. Tonya stood in the witness box, flanked by two guards. She looked small and terrified. Our eyes met and something in my chest broke. Elder Derek said, “Blue Moon Shaman, step forward.” The Shaman stepped forward, his hands trembling. Derek said, “Sorin, you know why we have called you. Tell us, do you know about mates?”

Even their guards would remain outside. They pulled up next to a number of other limos and fancy cars. Shane was sparing no expense on the evening's festivities. Shamira was flanked as she walked inside, where a large well-lit room was waiting for her. It was like she had walked into a medieval hall, complete with heavy wooden tables and benches, and a large free-standing fire-pit in the center of the room. A raised area at the other end of the room sat five chairs. Shane was in one with Banshee at his side. Next to them were the Representative, the Alpha, and the Shepherd. Archimedes had decided to stay and look after the dragons.