Chapter 17 The Blood Moon's Awakening: A Call Beyond The Veil

The ritual ground stretched wide, a sacred space carved into the heart of the forest. Thousands of pack members filled it, their presence a living, breathing force that pulsed under the crimson glow of the Blood Moon. The towering trees that encircled the grounds swayed as if moved by an unseen power, their ancient roots thrumming with the energy of generations past. At the center stood the sacred fire, its flames licking the air, casting flickering shadows across the four towering stone pillars that surrounded it. Each pillar bore ancient carvings of wolves mid-transformation, their snarling faces and clawed hands reaching toward the heavens. The stones vibrated with magic, their runes pulsing in rhythm with the pounding hearts of those gathered.