Chapter 39 Blood Moon Ceremony

• Isabella’s POV
• The night air was cool and electric, charged with anticipation as the entire pack gathered beneath the full, glowing Blood Moon. This was no ordinary gathering; tonight marked the sacred Blood Moon Ceremony, a tradition that stretched back centuries, honouring unity and the strength of our pack. The glowing red light cast eerie shadows on the trees surrounding the estate, flickering over faces tense with cautious hope. Cain and his elders were here, dressed in ceremonial robes as formal guests, a symbol of the fragile peace that still felt like a thread pulled too tight.
• I stood at the edge of the gathering circle, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched the faces around me. I could feel the weight of their gazes, some curious, some sceptical, some openly hostile. Cain was here, but his presence still felt like a shadow looming over us all, a dark cloud threatening to burst open at any moment. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something was about to go wrong.