"Welcome to the Selection! As we all know, we have a few wolves who have turned 17 in the past month including, Xena, Aspen, Katya, Kyla, and Jacob. We wish you all the best of luck with your selections. I now need a volunteer to be first." The shaman says.
"I volunteer to be first!" Replies a voice I can only recognize as Xena. She hops up onto the selection rock and looks at our Fenir.
"Good then. I shall begin the ritual." She begins mixing her herbs and chanting incoherently in Swahili.
Then, a burst of color streaks the sky. Beautiful blues and greens dazzle the sky in a lovely spectacle.
"Is that....?" Raven asks in pure awe.
"Aroura Borealis!" Rowena finishes for her twin.
"It's beautiful!" I reply to the twins.
"I have spoken with the ancestors! They have chosen a most fitting mate for you, young Xena. Bolt of the Blue Moon pack."
"Thank you, honorable ancestors!" Xena replies.
"Who would like to be selected next?"
"I would, Fenir." I say, scared of what my future will now hold. "I would like to go next."
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Perfect Mates
Teen FictionEvery year there are 10 nights in which wolves believe they are the perfect night. Any wolves that turned 17 between any of these 10 nights, participate in something called the selection. A shaman calls upon the ancestors to decide a mate for said w...
