SLOANE
I hate this Pack politics, This particular ritual might be the worst yet.
They're making me take a bath at the fresh spring. Except it's not some cute little spring. It's a massive river that stretches wider than any natural body of water I've seen. Waterfalls cascade down ancient rocks on the far side, crashing into the depths below with enough force to create mist that hangs in the air like fog. The current moves fast beneath the deceptively calm surface. I can see it pulling, swirling, dangerous.
Athena stands at the water's edge wearing a ceremonial white robe that flows to her ankles. Her silver-streaked dark hair is styled perfectly as always. She looks serene and peaceful but I don't trust her a bit and when she smiles at me, it doesn't reach her eyes.
The crowd is huge.
