Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 78: The Ritual

Chapter 78: The Ritual

LUCIAN’S P.O.V.

The hall reeked of sage, burnt herbs, and something metallic that tickled my senses uncomfortably. At five in the morning, three hours into this madness, Serena laid out the ritual ingredients with a precision that only added to the tension in the room. Every eye in the hall—alphas, betas, high priests, high priestesses, and their mages—was fixed on her as she placed each item with deliberate care. The vampire blood, dark and glistening, was contained in a crystal vial that seemed to pulse faintly, as though it had a heartbeat of its own.

"This," Serena announced, lifting the vial, "was willingly donated by Vera, mate of Adam, a Moonpeak’s enforcer."

The room murmured in quiet approval. Vera, one of the rare vampires who had chosen to live in my Pack, was nothing like the savages Adrian commanded. Still, even with her kindness, the blood she provided— containing her venom—carried an edge, a reminder of the primal power vampires possessed.

Serena moved to the center of the room, her witches flanking her with solemn expressions. They brought the root of the lunar werewood, gnarled and ancient, and placed it beside the vial. The air in the hall grew thick, heavy with a kind of energy that pressed against my chest., Ares, shifted restlessly in my mind.

"Relax," I told him silently, though my own nerves were taut.

Serena began her incantations, her voice low and melodic, resonating through the chamber like an ancient song. The witches joined her, their voices weaving together in eerie harmony. They traced runes in the air with glowing fingertips, and I watched as symbols flickered into existence before dissolving like smoke.

The ritual was slow, deliberate, and steeped in ancient precision. Serena moved with an eerie grace, her every gesture deliberate as if each motion held the weight of centuries. The blood and root were combined in a silver chalice, the chalice gleamed in the candlelight, its surface catching and distorting the wild shadows on the walls. The blood, dark and viscous, mixed with the finely ground root, its pungent aroma mingling with the waxy scent of the candles. Serena’s voice rose, still weaving more incantation in a language older than memory, her words vibrating through the room with a resonance that made the air feel thick and suffocating.

The candles flickered, their flames stretching unnaturally high before bowing low, casting shadows that seemed alive. They twisted and danced on the walls, grotesque shapes that shifted with an intelligence of their own. The very atmosphere seemed to ripple, power coursing through the space like an unseen storm.

Then, the chalice was pressed into my hands. My fingers trembled as I held it, the metal cool against my skin, betraying none of the heat within. Serena’s eyes bore into mine, her voice unwavering as she commanded, "Drink."

I hesitated for only a moment before tipping the chalice to my lips. The concoction slid down my throat, burning like liquid fire. It wasn’t just heat—it was something alien, a searing presence that spread from my chest to my limbs. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out all sound save for Serena’s voice, an anchor in the chaos. My vision blurred, the room spinning violently, until the shadows and the light became indistinguishable. Then, everything went dark.

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In the void of unconsciousness, I found myself standing in a realm that felt both infinite and intimate. A silvery glow bathed the surroundings, soft and comforting yet impossibly vast, as if the light itself came from some celestial source. Before me stood a woman, radiant and ethereal. Her hair flowed like moonlight, cascading down her back in waves that shimmered with a light of their own. Her eyes, deep and knowing, held an ocean of emotions—pity, sorrow, and a strange kind of maternal warmth.

"Lucian," she said softly, her voice like a melody carried by the night wind. It was gentle yet powerful, resonating in my very soul.

I didn’t recognize her, and yet she felt familiar, as though I’d known her all my life without ever meeting her. She stepped closer, her presence enveloping me like a warm embrace. Her gaze softened, and I realized it was filled with the kind of pity a mother feels for a child burdened with too much too soon.

"You have chosen a difficult path," she said, her voice tinged with sorrow. "It will be filled with pain, regrets, and tears. There will be moments when you feel utterly lost, as though the weight of your choices might break you."

Her words struck me deeply, and I tried to speak, to question, but no sound escaped my lips. It was as if she already knew what I wanted to say. She raised a hand, silencing my unspoken thoughts.

"Yet," she continued, her tone resolute, "you will not walk it alone. Even in your darkest moments, even when you feel abandoned by all, I will be with you. All you need to do is reach out to me in your most desperate time of need, and I will answer."

Her words carried a promise that felt as solid as the ground beneath my feet, though I couldn’t understand why. I didn’t know who she was, only that her presence filled me with an inexplicable sense of comfort and dread all at once.

She stepped closer still, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. The touch was light yet filled with immense power, a connection that sent waves of warmth through me. "Remember, Lucian," she whispered, "the strength you seek lies within you. And when you doubt yourself, I will guide you. You are not alone."

Before I could ask her anything, the silvery glow began to intensify, enveloping her until she was no longer visible. The light expanded, swallowing everything, until there was only its blinding brilliance. Then, I woke.

*********

I gasped as I returned to consciousness, my body drenched in sweat and trembling. There was a silence in the room, so profound it was almost deafening. My body felt... different. No, different wasn’t the word. Enhanced. Alive. Every nerve, every muscle buzzed with raw energy, a dark power that coursed through my veins like molten lava.

I staggered to my feet, the room spinning slightly before stabilizing. The air felt heavier, charged, as if the world itself had shifted. I glanced around, noting how everyone had moved back, far back, watching me with wide eyes.

"Lucian..." Serena’s voice was soft, almost reverent, but there was a trace of fear in her tone.

I flexed my fingers, the strength in them startling. I felt invincible, as though I could crush steel with my bare hands. My senses were sharper—every sound, every scent, every shift of movement around me was heightened to an almost painful degree.

"Ares?" I reached for my friend, expecting his familiar gruff response. Instead, I heard a soft whimper.

"What’s wrong?" I pressed, panic flaring in my chest.

Before he could answer, a deep, authoritative chuckle echoed through my mind, sending a chill down my spine.

"Hello, Lucian," the voice greeted, smooth and dark like the shadows that seemed to cling to me now. "It’s nice to meet you."

I froze, my breath hitching.

"Who...?" I started, my voice trembling slightly in my head.

"Oh, come now," the voice said, amused. "I think you know who I am."

My throat tightened. "Raivo."

The name tasted foreign yet familiar, like I had always spoken it.

"Very good," Raivo said, his tone dripping with mock approval. "We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I."

Ares whimpered again, his presence shrinking further into the recesses of my mind. For the first time in my life, my wolf felt small, almost... powerless.

"What have you done to him?" I demanded, my voice rising in both my head and the room.

"Oh, he’s still there," Raivo assured me, his tone maddeningly casual. "But let’s just say, I’m in charge now."

I clenched my fists, the power in my veins responding like a storm brewing inside me. Around me, the room tensed further. I could hear the faint scrape of weapons being drawn, feel the eyes of every person present watching my every move.

"Stand down," I growled, my voice echoing with a depth that wasn’t entirely my own. It was enough to freeze everyone in place.

Raivo chuckled again. "Oh, I like you already, Lucian. You’re going to make this very interesting."

And just like that, my world was no longer my own.

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