It was midnight, and the world was asleep. The portal opened easily under the moon’s gaze as he shifted into his wolf form, carrying me as he raced through the woods. The scent of blood hung thickly in the air—fresh kills from sacrifices he had made.
We stopped before the gateway. Together, we raised our eyes to the moon, its light casting a cold, silver glow.
We spoke in unison, our voices weaving into the night.
“Luna, guide us to our world. We appease you with the blood of our sacrifices.”
The portal flared open. Devon moved swiftly into the vast land where a great chateau loomed—our ancestral home, now claimed by those who had betrayed us.
Their figures were visible even from here, standing on the balcony under the moon’s glow, performing the same ritual we were about to begin. The mating ritual.
Devon set me down before the babaylan. I kept my eyes fixed upward, watching Daniel with cold fury as he performed the ritual with my soulless sister.
That would have been my fate had Devon not found the last babaylan.