The Moon Rises

It was still bright out when the moon first peeked into the sky. Such was the British summer months. Despite daylight lasting longer, it didn’t seem to affect the ritual’s process at all. We gathered everyone around the circle that Sam had drawn on the ground while Rem and I stood at the north and south spots of the circle, not quite inside it, but close enough that when our blood was spilt, we would already be within the correct spot for our blood to be.

Sam and Ken stood on the east and west spots and between the four of us, we lit a candle for each hour that got closer to midnight, going in the right direction for the rising and setting of the moon. It wasn’t a complicated ritual, but it was imperative that the candles remained lit and the timing was not off by more than a minute at most.

Meanwhile, the werewolves had to meditate and pray to the moon Goddess for as long as the ritual took place. If one of them faltered