His gaze lingered on the claimed mark at her neck, dark satisfaction curling through him as he admired it.
Sofía, meanwhile, stood frozen in place.
Every ounce of courage she had scraped together dissolved the moment she took in the scene before her. Fear rooted her to the ground, her body refusing to obey her frantic thoughts. The crowd, the stage, the atmosphere it all felt wrong. Ritualistic. As though she had been dragged here to be sacrificed for some ancient enchantment she didn't understand.
Corinne pressed a hand to Sofía's back, urging her forward.
Her feet moved only because they were forced to. Step by step, Corinne guided her toward the stage.
"W-what's happening?" Sofía whispered shakily, her voice low enough that only Corinne could hear.
"A celebration," Corinne replied softly. "The Ancient Blood pack has found their Luna."
The words only deepened her confusion.
