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Luna Bella concluded and I covered my mouth. An uncovered joy splattered in my heart and I felt intoxicated with it. The Ritual was Luna's freedom. It indicated my freedom and when it happened, I would finally be able to raise my head in front of him and face him like the sassy girl that I had always been! "When will the Ritual be?" I was curious already. I really couldn't wait to have it done. Luna Bella saw the look on my face and she smiled "In a month. It's a very big celebration that will bring many Alphas all over the world." She replied.

It's been three days since we got here. Danica had said that it was better we do the ritual and be done with it. Nobody knew when Greta would strike again and we could only prepare for when she would come. Batya had agreed to do the rituals with Daciana today and the necessary tools were prepared immediately. I was currently standing outside the ritual room, I peered into the room, watching Daciana performing the rituals. They were sitted around a blue flame that symbolizes Daciana's flame. Batya's hand was on Daciana's over the fire and they both made chants.

Arielle shuddered, “Shit, Sarah. Did you leave the A/C on again?” I went to take a step back when Denver called out, “Ophelia, don’t. The ritual’s already started. There’s no going back now. We have to see this through.” “Something doesn’t feel right, Denver.” I wrapped my arms around my torso, freezing even though I had a jacket on. “You said you got the ritual from the library but that doesn’t look like a page out of a textbook. And what the hell is in that bowl?” Coop reached over and squeezed my hand, flashing me a confident smile. “Don’t stress so much. Denver knows what he’s doing. He’s been researching this for a year now.”

They both walked back to the grounds where the festivals were being held and the preparation for the rituals had begun, “ Son, it is time,” Grace says as she calls for both Liam and Macy, to step up to the stage. “ Do not be scared, Macy, it won't hurt at all,” “ I'm not scared, Liam, it seems like you are the sacred one,” Macy says with a smile, making Liam smirk at her words. They stood together and faced the crowd., Ripley alongside Grace, started the rituals. A bowl was brought forth, in it was a white substance that Ripley used to rub on Macy's forehead before chanting in a foreign language,

**The Ritual's Failure** Caden and Elder Thorne stood before the altar, their hands trembling slightly as they clutched the intricately woven ceremonial cords that bound the sacred herbs and objects. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across their faces, illuminating the beads of sweat forming on Caden's brow. They had spent countless hours in preparation for this pivotal moment, meticulously gathering the rare herbs known to possess potent healing properties, laying out an array of sacred objects that resonated with the ancient power of their lineage, and engaging in deep purification rituals filled with intense prayer and meditation.

But if Daniel knew the truth—if he knew that **this ritual required a sacrifice, required Rigel’s blood—**he would never allow it. So Rigel did the only thing he could. He lied. “It’s just a purification ritual,” he said, voice steady. “To weaken the ancient evil’s grip.” Daniel frowned. “Since when do you know purification magic?” Rigel didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer and knelt beside him, setting up the ritual. The dagger gleamed in the candlelight, the markings on the blade pulsating with a sickening glow. Daniel eyed it warily but didn’t move away.

“Brentley told me the women of magic who perform the rituals are High Cliff’s most cherished priestesses. So they’re quite holy.” “Whatever.” Yasmin rolled her eyes. “It’s still a stupid custom.” “Well, I think it’s romantic,” Nicolette muttered under her breath. Moodily embarrassed by my ignorance, I glanced to either side of me before quietly asking, “What’s this ritual we’re talking about again?” I’d never seen anyone with a tattoo like Prince Urban’s before. I’d had no idea it was part of some kind of custom. “Oh, it’s incredible,” Nicolette started, lighting up, only for Yasmin to snort.

“There’s more. Tonight, the Elders demand we partake in the Midnight Pact. If we refuse, they will strip us of our bond before it settles permanently.” Rage flared in Luna’s chest. “They want to control something they can’t even understand.” Kael turned her around, pressing their foreheads together. “Then we give them a show they’ll never forget.” — That night, the Ritual Hall burned with hundreds of candles. The Midnight Pact was not just an oath—it was a claiming. Luna was dressed in nothing but a translucent silver robe, her body painted with ancient symbols of unity and submission, dominance and desire. Kael wore ceremonial black, his chest bare, tattoos pulsing with heat.

“What real ritual?” “The Convergence of Souls. An ancient ritual that binds every wolf within a thousand miles to a central consciousness. Makes them all puppets. All slaves.” Vesper's eyes met mine. “Seraphine spent decades preparing it. Needed specific components—Moon's Tear for divine power, royal blood for authority, and the souls of a thousand wolves for anchoring.” “She had all that.” “Almost. She was missing one thing. A willing royal sacrifice. Someone with King's blood who would give themselves freely to power the ritual.” Vesper leaned forward.

He said as he hovered around us. “Who would have thought that a mere omega like you would be a descendant of the divine herb makers.” “You think it's that easy? You wish. You really underestimated Talon. He isn't the Lycan king for nothing.” Charles scoffed. “I know, I know.” Gamma Raphael hummed. “Now you're underestimating the power of this ritual. We’ve had enough chit-chat. Let's get down to business.” He smiled evilly. He raised his hands, muttering in an unknown language, probably spells. All of a sudden, my body jerked up with so much force that I coughed out blood. I was now floating in the air.