Chapter 30: The Ritual

ZAYLEN

The full moon hung low in the night sky, casting its silver glow over the world below. Its ethereal light bathed the landscape in a soft, luminous glow.

For my community, this night held a significance that few outsiders could understand. It was a night of transformation — a night when our true nature could no longer be hidden beneath the veil of humanity.

It was a night when the primal instincts that lay dormant within us surged to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged and embraced.

As I stood on my balcony, beneath the moon's watchful gaze, I felt a stirring deep within me, an urge that pulsed with the rhythm of the full-moon night.

It was a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying, a reminder of the ancient bond that tied me to the natural world around me.

In the stillness of the night, I could hear the distant howl of my brethren, their voices joining together in a haunting chorus that echoed through the darkness.

It was a sound that sent shivers down m