Chapter 153 The Coronation Ceremony

• At the coronation ceremony that evening, under the full moon, the Red Moon Pack gathered in a grand circle. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation, the air crisp and cool. Crystal stood in the center, her crimson gown flowing gracefully around her. The ceremony was about to begin.
• The priestess, an elderly woman with silver hair and eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of ages, stepped forward. She wore flowing white robes adorned with intricate symbols, each one representing the ancient traditions of their kind. Her voice, soft yet powerful, began the ritual. She chanted in the ancient language, her words weaving a spell of protection and blessing over the pack.
• Although it was a modern world, the werewolves still followed these practices in secrecy, a vast majority still believed in the old ways, the old gods, the old system.