"Your Majesty. Blood." Emira watched as the Great Witch extended the ancient carved obsidian bowl towards the Crown Prince. She had never witnessed an initiation ceremony. There had not been any within the Pack that she knew of.
But as she watched, she was even more awed... The Alpha, ignoring the dagger on the side, simply shifted his hand into a claw and slashed the other hand, letting his blood fall into the bowl... Was there something like this? Someone could shift only halfway and then shift back?
So, in awe was she that she even forgot to notice that the Wolf's fur was dark... like the wolf from her 'dream'.
As the bowl turned half full, the witch stepped back carefully and brought the bowl towards her. Emira felt a shiver pass through her as the witch took each step.. The blood... smelled heavenly. Like the grass after a first rain... Even her wolf seemed to get an alert at the sweetness of it.
