Chapter 37 Elements

• THE WORDS WERE a stark reminder of the monumental, possibly suicidal, gamble Selene and Waldemar were taking. Yet, with the Blood Moon only days away, there was no time for hesitation, no room for second-guessing. Their fate, and that of the Nightshade Pack, rested on the success of the ancient, perilous ritual.
• Back in the temple, surrounded by the glow of the magical globes, Selene and Waldemar pored over the crucial scroll that detailed the ritual. It was a language of metaphor and mystical symbolism, but with their combined focus, the meaning slowly began to coalesce.
• "'The tears of the weeping willow, bathed in starlight, harvested only by the light of the first dawn after the longest night,'" Selene read aloud, her brow furrowed in concentration. "That's the Moon-Kissed Willow Sap."