Feeling the pulse of old power, I ran my fingers over the shining runes. "We have to give this serious thought," I remarked, voice quiet and measured. "This might be the only way to recover our honour if the corruption inside us is spreading and the enemy is exploiting our own legacy against us."
The elders exchanged cautious looks. One spoke up—a scarred wolf with silver hair and sad eyes. "There are hazards associated with The Rite of the Unbound Moon. Many have paid dearly, having tried to do it in past years. The Authority of the Crescent Bloodline is a two-edged blade. It might kill or heal.
I fixed my eyes on him firmly. "I am aware of the hazards. On the other hand, if nothing is done, betrayal will permanently stain our ancestry. We have to chance.
As Rowan said, "I will do everything in my power to help, Aria," his eyes were a combination of optimism and anxiety. We have to all stand together; or we will all be lost.
