ELARA’S POV

I looked down at my feet, admiring how flawless they looked, smooth, and radiant. Every inch of my body gleamed from the sacred oils the pack seer had used during the ritual bath. The scent of herbs, and something far more ancient caught my skin, grounding yet strangely exhilarating. My fingers traced the curves of my arms deliberately, The ritual was complete. On the outside, I looked every bit like the Luna to be.

“You’re ready,” the seer said gently, moving aside, ...