The Hunter's Moon

As Aurelia's eyes fluttered open, the remnants of her trance slowly dissipated like mist in the morning sun. She pushed herself up from the damp ground, a frown deepening the lines on her brow as she took in the sight of Rhazien standing before her. The male wolf's fierce gaze seemed to pierce through her, breaking the serene atmosphere that had enveloped them during the ritual. A sense of irritation simmered within her, like a pot of water ready to boil over.

"What do you want, Rhazien?" Aurelia's voice was deceptively calm, belying the annoyance that simmered just beneath the surface. Her eyes narrowed into slivers of moonlit steel, their ethereal glow casting shadows across her delicate features. The remnants of the ritual still coursed through her body, a pulsing energy that crackled and hummed beneath her skin. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, and she was in no mood for interruptions. She had been in the midst of a deeply spiritual moment, and he had rudely shattered it with his intrusion.

"Aurelia Veratti"