Chapter 107

The approach to the Astral Moon pack house felt like the stirring of ancient power — thick cedar-wood pillars, banners swaying with the proud moon crest, warriors stationed discreetly yet undeniably present. The air held that heavy, charged anticipation packs always felt on the eve of a Luna Ceremony.

The forest itself seemed to watch.

Evaluate.

Judge.

A sleek black SUV rolled to a stop, gravel