Seraphine's POV
The ceremonial bowl trembled in my hands as the Shaman extended it toward me. Water rippled inside, reflecting fragments of moonlight that seemed to dance with purpose.
"Kneel before the sacred stones," his weathered voice commanded.
My knees met the cold earth as dozens of pack members formed a silent circle around us. The weight of their expectation pressed against my shoulders like an invisible shroud.
A silver crescent moon pendant dropped into my open palm, its surface warm despite the cool night air. The metal seemed to pulse against my skin.
"Speak your truth to the Moon Goddess," the Shaman instructed.
Drawing a shaky breath, I closed my eyes and felt the world fade away. Only the pendant's warmth remained, anchoring me to this moment that would determine everything.
