Chapter 193.

LOGAN'S POV

I had assembled my men on returning from the seer's home. I filled them in on what the seer revealed, and I also informed them about the ritual to be held.

They were all supportive as they all wanted Scott defeated as much as I wanted. So in the preceding days, I made preparations for the ritual, making provision for all the necessary materials we needed.

And so the D–day arrived.

The seer led me and my men to a large, open field on the outskirts of the Red Fanged Pack's territory. The moon was full in the sky, casting a silver glow over us. My men stood in a circle around me, their eyes fixed on me.

The seer stood at the center of the circle, her eyes closed, her hands raised to the moon. “The moon goddess demands a ritual to weaken Scott's hold on the sacred pot,” she declared, her voice reverberating across the field.

I nodded, my heart pulsating with anticipation. I knew that this ritual was the key to rescuing my mate and son.

The seer began to chant, her voice risi