Amethyst
I arrived at the dining hall, the lingering warmth of my shower with Jack still humming under my skin. My mother and Aunt Serena were already seated at a large, polished table, their enthusiasm radiating palpable energy. In front of them sat a brand-new, thick notebook, ready to be filled with the details of my official ascension to Luna.
“No time like the present,” Mom said, pushing the notebook closer to me with a celebratory smile. Aunt Serena already had a pen poised, ready to act as the official secretary.
“Amethyst, darling, have you thought about the colors you want for your Luna Ceremony?” Mom asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
I didn't hesitate. The answer had been forming in my mind since Jackson had mentioned the pack color. “Purple, white, and gold, Mom. Thos
