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These shelves were loaded with tales of the Moon Goddess, long-forgotten festivals, and ancient rituals. A book cracked its spine when I opened it after yanking it free. The title was written in beautiful calligraphy: The Bonds of Eternity. I flipped over the pages, looking for anything that caught my attention. The majority of the content consisted of flowery, ambiguous reflections on the sacredness of mate ties. But then I saw only one word: Ritualum Disvinculum. The Severance Ritual. As I continued to read, my heart raced. The ceremony was a method, painstakingly explained; it was not only a fiction.

This story is a sequel to "Rite of Submission" and I will do my best to make it as much of a stand alone story as I can, but if you feel lost, you might want to read the first book and then come back to this one. Some the the themes and scenes found throughout the story could be triggering to some people. Please educate yourself on kink etique and negotiate clear terms before proceeding with your partner and always have a safe word in case things become too much. Don't forget to negotiate your aftercare as well.

An old ritual, nearly forgotten. Her eyes scanned faster. The ritual requires both parents. Life force from each, bound together and channeled into the child. It creates a shield—not to suppress the power, but to contain it. To give the child's body time to grow strong enough to handle what they are. There were diagrams. Symbols Elena didn't recognize. Instructions written in a language that looked like old pack script. At the bottom, in different handwriting—newer, messier—someone had added a note:

And in the center… a single book lay open as if waiting. My heart pounded. I approached slowly. The title glowed faintly: Rituals of Primordial Balance My fingers trembled as I read. When opposing forces inhabit one vessel, equilibrium may be achieved through Separation of Essence. I froze. Separation? I kept reading. The vessel may divide power willingly, preserving balance by sacrificing personal existence within the physical realm. My breath caught. Sacrifice. Not death. Something worse. Erasure.

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.

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.”

Elowen spread three documents across the war room table. Old enough that the paper had gone translucent at the edges. The writing inside was layered, different hands, different eras, each generation of Lunari adding to what the last had recorded. She pointed to the center document. "The ritual has three parts," she said. "Each one progressively more demanding than the last." "Define demanding," Kael said from the doorway. Nobody had invited him, nobody ever needed to. Elowen glanced at him briefly then back at the documents.

Daphne pointed out and we kept looking into the book page by page. Most of the rituals seemed innocent enough, unless you noticed the use of blood in almost all of them. Moon rituals were supposed to be peaceful, serene…not violent. But the rituals here, the ones we could decipher were mostly the ones that had to do with mating and new beginnings. But why would any of these rituals need blood? It was beyond me and my friends were of the same sentiment. “Shit.” I whispered as I turned the page. “There are pages missing” Some pages right towards the end were ripped out and not in a neat way either. Large chunks of paper were still sticking to the bind and I felt sorry for this inanimate object

"They needed the connection, Raven. They were lonely." "Like us," I said. Merek nodded. He turned toward a large, iron-bound book sitting on a stone pedestal in the center of the room. It was the book he’d been looking at when I walked in. "The ritual I found..." he said, his voice returning to its usual rustle. "It is not a seal for the mine, Raven. It is a seal for the mountain itself." I walked over to the book. The pages were made of thin, silver, etched with runes that seemed to move as I looked at them.