Ritual

As the group made their way back through the woods, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and tension. The journey was swift, the members of Marcus's pack moving with practiced ease through the familiar terrain. The sun had set, casting the landscape in hues of twilight, as they finally arrived at the imposing gates of Marcus’s mansion.

The grand structure loomed ahead, its impressive facade illuminated by soft lights that gave it a warm and welcoming glow. Marcus, leading the group, glanced back at Zyra, who walked beside him with a composed expression. Despite the events of the evening, she held her head high, a testament to her inner strength.

As they approached the mansion, the gates swung open to reveal the pack members standing in formation, awaiting their Alpha’s return. The atmosphere was one of reverent anticipation. Murmurs spread through the crowd as they saw Zyra at Marcus’s side. Marcus raised his hand, and silence fell over the assembly.

"Tonight, we welc