Edith’s POV
“Miss Omega, please step out with Talic,” I ordered seriously when the healer walked in with the required items for the ritual.
He looked at me seriously and then shook his head.
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Talic,” I warned and then approached the healer.
“Excuse me,” the elderly Omega said in a respectful tone and then walked out.
“Healer, hand over the white powder first,” I instructed calmly with a smile.
She put the huge basket she was carrying on the ground, opened it, and took out the white powder which was in a black bow and handed it over to me.
I grabbed the bowl and took a few steps back.
“I’ll start the ritual, so please leave,” I whispered as I began to draw a circle on the ground by dropping the powder on the floor carefully.
“What are you doing?” Talic asked.
“Making a circle,” I answered, then smiled wider when it came out perfectly.
I sighed and then began making a pentagram, making sure there were no mistakes made.
“Healer, I asked you to step out with Talic,” I said loudly when I heard their movements that were disturbing me.
“I will, but at least allow me to help you,” she said as I stopped for a second to look at her.
“Fine, but if I ask you to leave again, this time don’t hesitate. Take the candles you have brought and put one at the end of each point. Once you are done, light them up,” I instructed and then went back to finishing the last point of the pentagram.
“I would also love to help,” Talic said softly.
“You truly are stubborn,” I whispered, then carefully stepped out of the circle.
“I just want to be of assistance to you,” he answered.
“Fine, once the candles are lit, you will have to carry the Luna and carefully put her between the pentacle. Make sure you don’t do anything to break the circle around it,” I said as I walked to the basket and knelt beside it.
The healer was already lighting up the candles and she seemed to be very focused.
I opened the top of the bucket and grabbed the knife and the empty bowl in my other hand.
I stood up and went to the circle where the Luna was placed.
“Everyone step back, please,” I ordered, then knelt down next to the Luna and placed the knife on her chest, while I lifted the empty bowl with my other hand and chanted a few spells of preparation and cleansing.
I carefully picked up the knife and placed the bowl where the knife was.
“Once I take the Otis, please leave the room immediately,” I ordered and then moved my hand forward and pressed the knife on my palm.
“Edith,” Talic called in what sounded like a warning.
“Promise me you will go out,” I said.
“I… I..,” he hesitated.
“Please,” I whispered softly.
“I promise, but just don’t die,” he answered.
I ignored him and slit my palm as blood poured into the bowl.
“Quickly hand me the wolfsbane,” I ordered.
I opened the small bottle and poured the liquid into the bowl which held my blood. The pain I was feeling was slowly subsiding because of my ability to heal, which I acquired through immortality.
I dipped my two fingers into the bowl and carefully drew an ancient symbol on Luna’s forehead.
The wolfsbane placed on her forehead was there to trap her wolf. No one knew exactly what rank she was because she had never shifted to reveal it. They all assumed what they thought, and that was dangerous. If my ritual was a success and she awakened, her wolf would try to strike each and everyone who had wronged her if it was of a higher rank. That’s why the wolfsbane was there to weaken her wolf and my blood to help her reason with herself.
“Take the bowl and hand me the Otis healer,” I instructed.
She quickly moved, took the bowl from my hand, then went to the basket and retrieved the red Otis, handing it over to me.
I swallowed hard, knowing that I had to attempt to take my own life to stand at the gate of life and death.
Back then, when I did the resurrection ritual, I was neither scared nor sad. I had no reason to live, and I wanted to rest despite knowing how impossible it was because of my immortality. But now, I was somehow scared to perform it.
What if it all went wrong? Would Talic be disappointed? What if it sucked out my immortality? I had no idea what would happen to me.
I placed the Otis against my lips as I took in a deep breath and released it.
“Edith, you don’t have to do this,” Talic whispered.
“I have to, for you and your pack. I know I said I was willing to do this, but right now, I wish I had spent a little more time with you,” I whispered, then took the Otis in my mouth and swallowed as Talic tried to move but stopped when the healer grabbed his hand.
“She has to do it for our Alpha to wake up. Please, Beta, remember who you serve!” She exclaimed, and that seemed to stop him.
I smiled with tears forming in my eyes as a sharp pain began to pierce my heart intensely.
“It’s fine,” I whispered to myself, then placed my hand on my chest as I coughed out blood.
“Get the fuck off me!” Talic growled loudly, making the place shake and furniture move.
“You can’t die, Edith. You can’t. If you leave me, I swear to the moon goddess, I will never forgive you for doing this to me!” He yelled as I smiled.
“Leave,” I whispered.
“Edith,” he called, with tears running down his cheeks.
“Now!” I screamed and then groaned loudly in pain.
He clenched his hands into fists for a second and then forced a smile on his face.
“Live, for us,” was the last thing he said before grabbing the healer’s hand and rushing out of the room.
I waited powerlessly for a few minutes before laying down. My vision was blurry, and my breathing was painful and sharp. As seconds turned into minutes, I began to suffocate, and shortly I was consumed by darkness.
I found myself standing in front of a door that was emitting light. When I looked behind me, I noticed how it was very dark everywhere.
I took a deep breath and then opened the door, walking in and closing it behind me.
The room I was in was big and empty, but what caught my attention was the lady who was sitting in the corner crying bitterly.
She was in rags, her hair was scruffy, and her skin was dirty and bruised.
“Luna Lillian,” I called softly.
She stopped crying and then looked up to meet my eyes. In her eyes, I saw disgust and anger that made me realize I had made a mistake by calling her by such a name.