Amethyst
The final preparations for the Luna Ceremony were happening at a breakneck pace. With the chilling intelligence from the scrolls confirming that my very existence—my Shadow Conduit power—was a poison to Alpha Alaric, every detail of the ceremony shifted from a celebration into a high-stakes military maneuver. The Astral Veil gown, now under structural reinforcement, was my ceremonial armor.
The most crucial preparation, however, involved testing the newly revealed Stage One ability: The Voice of the Moon.
We gathered late that evening in Jackson’s private, soundproof training chamber beneath the pack house. It was a space usually reserved for warrior combat drills, but tonight it felt like a holy site. Only Jackson, Uncle Ethan, my father Beta Jessie, and my mother Gemma were p
