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Because I didn't know if I should take that risk. “Your Highness, the ritual would start today. But I must warn you, it is a ritual directed by the gods themselves. We need your blood as an anchor, and every day we do not find this mate of yours, you weaken. Wherever you wish to stop, the ritual will be stopped. But if you do not stop on time, I am afraid you will lose your life.” The last part hung heavy in the air, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Sheila shiver.

“Do you know how much and how long ago everyone was exposed?” I winced, ‘exposed’ made me feel like a toxic substance. “Trevor was a smear on his skin for the champion ritual. Nathan was also only a drop or two the day I broke his nose….” “We only did the Delta bond a few days ago,” Blake chimed in. “And we did the blood sister bond a few days before that,” Sophie added. Isabel wrote frantically, trying to get all the information down, and then looked up at Dmitri, “And you were also right after Lupercalia, yes?”

I flip to the pages on ritual preparation to calm the storm of anxiety brewing in my guts. “Purity. You must enter the temple of the goddess as pure of spirit, mind, and body. No food or drink is permitted on this ritual day before entering the temple. The body is a vessel for the wolf and must be pure for them to enter.” I'm not sure how being hangry is necessary, but rituals are meant to be strictly adhered to. My anxiety is making me nauseous. “The body is to be clean and free of makeup or perfumes. No polish on the nails or adornments of any kind.”

Ingrid's pale wrinkled face contorted as she glared at me, forming more wrinkles and now she really looked like a horrible witch, with her head missing a big patch of hair, crooked nose. "Okay." She sighed. "Freezing her soul, capture her vitality and control it and then control her brain. It's the only way. It's a forbidden and three day long ritual." She uttered. "But it appears to be impossible because most of the time the person on whom the ritual is performed, her mortal body can't take it. It leads to either death or mental coma forever. Do you still want to do it?" She questioned.

"No? Then it stands. A law unused is still a law. You of all people should know that — you dug up a thousand-year-old article yourself, only yesterday." Elder Jacob tried a different angle. "The ritual has... conditions. It is not a simple bath. The river does not merely cleanse—" "I'm aware of exactly what the river does," Maverick cut him off smoothly. "Which is why we're all going to watch it happen." He turned to the room at large. "We leave for the river tonight to arrive by dawn — the ritual must be performed in the first rays of the sun. Anyone who still doubts is welcome to join us." His gaze slid to Valeria. "And perhaps, once our queen has finished bathing, someone else might use t

“I’m willing.” The ritual began at midnight when the moon was full. Malrik draws symbols into the earth with ash and crushed herbs. He chants in a language I do not recognize, something older than the rogue dialect, older than pack law. Draven stands just beyond the circle. Close enough to reach me. Far enough not to interfere. “Step inside,” Malrik instructs. I do. The air changes immediately. It feels thicker. Charged. “Close your eyes,” he says. I obey.

“You don’t fight fair, you know that?” I gave him a small, shaky smile. “I learned from the best.” By dusk, preparations were complete. The ritual site was set on the edge of the forest, where the air shimmered brightest. Liora drew the sigils into the dirt, each line burning faintly blue as she whispered the old words. The scent of iron and ash filled the air. Roman helped me into the circle. “If anything goes wrong, I’m coming after you.” “That’s not how it works,” I said gently.

"Then how do we defeat him?" Elara looked at Siron gravely. "There is a ritual. The true Ritual of Unification. Not for power, but for cleansing. If the male and female lines unite with pure intent, we can purify the ley lines and cast out the dark spirits clinging to them, including the Whisperer." Stefan asked, "But wouldn’t that... remove all the spirits? Including Morat and Lyra?" Elara nodded slowly, her eyes full of pity for Siron. "Yes. All connections to the ley lines will be severed. The spirits will be gone forever. The world will be truly normal."

I simply turned and stepped into the cafeteria. After an exhausting day, I got back to my dorm, washed up, and felt sleepy. I said goodnight to each of my online friends. When I clicked on Jedediah's chat, I paused, knowing better than to chat with him that night. I was about to exit when I saw the prompt of him tying. I waited for a while, but nothing happened. I yawned, turning off my phone and rolling over to sleep. ... I was serious about finding a boyfriend.

"A record… a history of the Thorne lineage. It speaks of a ritual… a way to awaken the dormant abilities." My heart pounded. "A ritual? What kind of ritual?" He hesitated, his gaze flickering towards the door as if afraid of being overheard. "It's… ancient. Powerful. It involves a connection to the land, a channeling of the elements… and a sacrifice." A chill ran down my spine. "A sacrifice?" "Not a life," he clarified quickly, seeing the alarm in my eyes. "A sacrifice of something… deeply personal. Something that represents a part of yourself you're willing to relinquish for the greater good."