Betty's POV. 

The next day, the chamber was colder than the others.

The runes glimmered around the stone floor, pulsing like a heartbeat. The Council members stood in a circle, silently and watching.

I could feel Alpha Damien’s warm presence behind me.

The bond mark he’d given me turned into a faint, crescent-shaped imprint at my collarbone and throbbed twice.

“Betty” the councilwoman called, her voice echoing unnaturally, “today, the Veil itself will choose. If your spirit is ...