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“Thank you. Oh, thank you, my daughter.” The words felt wrong. But I pushed forward. “But I have one condition. You let Raven and Ryker go. Back to Troy. Back to safety. I die, but they live.” Melissa considered. Her fingers drummed on the book. Then she nodded. “Agreed. The ritual is tomorrow night at moonrise.” I turned to leave. In the shadows of the hallway, Valdis stood listening. His face was unreadable. Our eyes met for a second. Then I walked away.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The Elders formed a circle and began chanting the ancient blessing. Kaelen looked at me, all apologetic. "You okay, honey?" "Focus," I reminded him. "Don't disappoint the Moon Goddess again." He grinned and took my hand. "Don't worry. I swear, I'll see this through with you this time." My 99th ceremony finally got underway without a hitch. The elder sprinkled sacred moonwater over our heads, and Kaelen leaned in, ready to give that all-important bite on my neck.

"I understand." "No." Seraphine's voice hardened. "I don't think you do." She lifted her hand. The crystal flashed. Ancient symbols floated around us. "This ritual requires only one thing." I stared at the symbols. "A single drop of blood." My heart pounded. "From Rowan." "Yes." "One drop." "Nothing more." "It will be enough to complete the ritual." I looked away. "I've already failed once." "You will not fail again." "I..." "You have three nights."

“They are moving. All of them.” Nyx straightened. “The ritual will be performed at the Obsidian Rift. Once begun, it cannot be stopped from the outside.” Aria lifted her chin. “Then we do not attack from the outside.” Luca’s eyes sharpened. “You mean to enter the ritual space.” “Yes,” Aria said. “As what they fear most.” “Which is,” Nyx asked. Aria turned to Luca, the bond humming strong and sure between them. “Not an Alpha,” she said. “Not a Queen.”

"Free to choose my own path. Free from pack politics and council judgments and wolves who think they have the right to decide my worth. I want to be strong enough that my choices are actually mine instead of reactions to what others force on me." "Freedom." My grandmother smiled. "That is purpose worth pursuing. Worth suffering for. Hold onto that when the rituals become painful. When your power threatens to overwhelm you. Remember that you are not seeking revenge alone. You are seeking the freedom to exist without permission." She opened another journal, revealing diagrams that made my head hurt to look at. "The first ritual is called Breaking. It forces you to face every suppressed emotion

"A scavenger can drape herself in the High Luna's furs, but to the eyes of the Alpha, she is still just a scavenger. What is the point of choosing fine threads when the scent of the soul remains the same?" "How dare you!" Riley’s eyes flared a sickly yellow. "Don't waste your breath, Riley," her assistant hissed, pulling her toward the door. "Save your energy for the interview. The live-stream starts in twenty minutes. Let's go." I gave Lisa and Ashley a quick wink. "Time to step into the light. The ritual begins at 9:00 A.M."

I whispered in his ear “let me try something.” I pulled out the same journal. I took it with me and flipped it to a page i marked earlier. A passage about “distraction rituals” – very simple spells that would create illusions and misdirect attentions. It was risky, and I had no idea if it would actually work, but it was worth it.

Anything that made me free from the past, I would do. "Just to be on the safe side, because a mate bond has been formed between you and Kyle," said Ben, approaching me and brushing aside my unruly hair before asking, "May I untie your hair?" I nodded, then slowly and carefully, he untied the rope from my hair, letting them fall freely and loosely. "What do I have to do for this ritual?" I asked. "You have to take off all your clothes, then I'll clean everything," Jeremiah replied. It was fine. I had done worse than this before. Just taking off my clothes was no problem for me. They couldn't possibly harass me.

“A way to undo it.” Elena flipped through another journal. “There might be. Katalin’s notes mention a counter-ritual, but it’s fragmentary. It would require…” She paused, running her finger down a page. “….the willing sacrifice of one of the three. Death breaks the bond for all.” The silence was absolute. “Well, that’s not happening,” I said finally.

("You must perform the ritual again to save the children." "The ritual," I echoed. She nodded, then added: "En helgiathöfnin verður að vera unnin af fúsum og frjálsum vilja einhvers. Það er krafan til að láta það gerast." ("But the ritual has to be done willingly by someone. That's the requirement to make it happen.") I processed her words carefully. "One life for the lives of the many children in Moon Pack," I said, piecing it together. "Is that it?"