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Ingrid replied briefly, but it was enough to make Lilith fall silent. “That ritual requires something that can’t be faked, Lilith,” Ingrid continued without taking her eyes off her. “The purity of your body.” There was a moment of silence, but then the realization hit her, certain, yet painful. Lilith’s eyes widened. “No.” Her voice was barely audible. “That’s impossible...” Her voice sounded weak and full of denial. “It’s part of the ritual,” Ingrid continued slowly. “It must be given willingly. It can’t be forced. And it can’t be stolen either.”

The convergence recognized us instantly. Unlike the blood ritual, which had tested and resisted, this felt like a door opening for a key made to fit it... recognition without resistance. The ley lines responded to our combined First Moon signatures with something that felt like relief. Eight hundred years. It had been waiting for this. The ritual had no ceremony. No incantation. Anastasia had been clear about this, the original documentation specified intent over performance. The Moon Goddess did not require theater, she required honesty.

Fur magically came out of nowhere, covering her in the majesty of her new form. The Ritual was meant for latent wolves. When I learned that Alice was one, I went to the elders to teach me how to perform it. There were twelve different iterations of the Ritual, depending on what occasion it was. The Ritual that I had performed on Alice was known as the Ritual of Loss, meant to be performed only when a latent wolf’s life was in grave danger.

“Everyone leaves a trace. And every traitor reveals themselves in time. In the meantime, I will need you to perform a cleansing ritual.” Ronir’s head shot up instantly at his words, all color draining from her face. Her heart thundered so loudly against her chest that she thought it might break free. She stared at him, lips opening, but no words came out. In a cleansing ritual, the moon spirit was said to send down a dove to rest upon the high priestess, acknowledging that she was chosen. Because of the chaos, it had escaped his mind until now. This was the best time to do it. Now he would see if she was real or not.

I was done arguing and wasting my time on nuisance like him so If they wanted him in, then so be it but I wasn’t going to let him breathe easily. Tonight was the Ritual Game. It was set in the thick gory woods where dark nightmares came to feast and it's a place where the air reeked of rotten leaves and where the trees swayed like silent witnesses to the sins that was committed beneath their branches. It was a rollercoaster of fear, blood, and pain, one of my favorite things.

she said with her voice filled with wonder. “What do they say?” I asked, stepping closer. Rachel furrowed her brow as she studied the symbols. “It’s a ritual,” she said finally. “A sacrificial ritual designed to unlock forbidden powers.” My heart sank. “Sacrificial? What kind of powers?” Rachel hesitated. “It doesn’t say exactly, but it’s tied to the liberation of rogues. Something about breaking their chains—freeing them from their cursed nature.” I exchanged a glance with Ardan with his jaw tightening as the implications sank in.

“Guys I’m so sorry but mum has to leave. I’ll drop you off with aunt Sophie and then pick you guys later. Deal? I say trying to lighten their moods. They agree reluctantly though. I feel terrible. It’s barely a month and I was already losing time with them. I drop them at Sophie’s , my best friend before I head back to the office. As usual, they were at the conference table and I sit in front o them, waiting for them to speak again. At least this time, I was determined to listen. “So we’ll go straight to the point. We think you should do the ritual mating. That’s our only chance of winning the impending war.” They start without even giving a preamble. I don’t know which I prefer, the ramblin

“I’ll make the preparations. I want this to be private. I want it to be meaningful—not a show, not a thing the elders can use as gossip fodder. I’ll keep it small. I’ll keep it honest.” She smiled then, the faintest upturn, trust bright as something fragile and given. “I don’t want a show either.” “Good,” I said. “I’ll call no one. I’ll choose the place. I’ll prepare everything.” I saw already in the dark an outline of plans—choice of witness if required, herbs that mattered to the ritual, and a sigil that would be both map and promise. The ritual would not be a surrender to spectacle; it would be a covenant.

Lucian asked from where he stood by the window, his sword still in his hand and blood staining his clothes. "The ritual needs four things," Laura said without looking up. "Sacred symbols, a silver circle, blessed moonwater, and complete trust between all participants." "Complete trust," Dante repeated from across the room where he was cleaning his wounds with a torn cloth. "That's going to be the hard part." Zephyr looked up from another book he'd been studying, his pale eyes tired. "There's more," he said quietly. "Each Alpha has to give up something permanent in the ritual."

"The notes mention possible side effects. Energy fluctuations. Unpredictable manifestations of power." "I don't care about danger. I care about keeping you safe." Before I could respond, the tent flap opened. Lucas walked in without announcement. His expression shifted from neutral to concerned as he took in the herbs spread across the table, the open diary, the serious atmosphere. "What's going on?" he asked. "Ken mentioned something about a ritual." "The Ritual of Moonfire," I explained. "A ceremony to enhance royal bloodline abilities. I'm performing it on the full moon."