Rachel lives and breathes the world of magic. As an heir to the throne of a secret werewolf culture, she stands in the doorway to the spirit world, staring in the face of things her pack can only imagine. That is the way. Her parents understand, as does the next Alpha, Andrew, her predestined soulmate. But when the scale is tipped out of balance, they're both placed in a race against time to save their pack and everything they have ever known, plagued by a question of morality: What is right? Or, more importantly, what's wrong?


3. Rachel


Even after I arrived on the Moon-grounds, I couldn't seem to calm down. The full moon was tomorrow, with it my first Change. I could wait, though. I had to wait. Because tonight was the Choosing, when I would officially take Andrew for mine. Given our family's spiritual connections, everyone already knew who I would Choose, and who he would be Chosen by, but it was still nice to think of the ceremony as my final claim.

“Nervous?” asked Heather with a grin. I nodded, speechless. “Just think, our Choosing! Oh, I can't wait! And you, soon to be the Alpha's.”

I giggled. “So, who are your eyes set on?”

She blushed deeply, dropping her eyes. “Well...Nick, but I just hope no one else Chooses him.”

“Nick!” I nearly shouted, then quieted myself to a conspiratorial whisper. “Are you serious? The one that Andrew wants to lead hunts with him?” She nodded. “Wow. Wow! Wow.”

“I know, just shush!” she hissed, embarrassed. Before I could comfort her, I recognized my father's howl calling us all to the Circle. We stood and made our way, finding other people just as deep in the woods with us.

The Circle is a sacred place on the Moon-grounds, said to have been placed there by Luna herself. The outer ring of the Circle has thirteen stone slabs, each carve with a symbol for her different moons every year. Each slab took a turn glowing, representing which moon was dominant, similar to zodiac signs, I suppose. In the center of the Circle was a giant circle, split in a curve from edge to edge. One half was carved as the sun, simple granite at night but glowing with the sun's color in the day. The other was just the same, carved as the moon and glowing at night.

This was where the Choosing took place, where we made our matches before Luna for her to bless us. We held our lunar rituals here, blessed newborn children, funerals, anything of importance was here, at the Circle. It was the eye of our goddess, watching us as we grew and died.

My father lined us up without waiting, ready for the Choosing.

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