Chains of the Crescent Moon

Ch. 3: Beneath the Mask of Tradition

Each week, the cycle continues. Striving to be the best I can, only to be a disappointment to my father, then degraded and treated as nothing. Men need to build character. At least once a week, I was forced into rooms alone with Kevin and his friends. Should I like it? No. Do I have to pretend to enjoy it? Yes. How can I tell anyone? No one will believe me.

Soon, a few years passed, and my grandma came from her pack out south to celebrate my birthday. Kevin takes me to pick her up from the airport, but not before telling me I'm worthless and nothing more than a cum dump. But what else is new? Grandma will love me. She is always nice to my siblings.

We arrive at the airport earlier than her flight and stand at the arrivals gate to welcome Grandma June. The doors open as the time reaches thirteen hundred hours, and June walks out of the door.

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Grandma June walks through security, looking for her son and his worthless mate. She glowers when all she sees is the same Beta and the sniveling little faggot runt that she is there to see. Nothing good ever comes from that trash. Her thoughts roll around how many times she thinks she can beat him before he whines to his mother. The last time, he made it a week. Maybe now that the trash turns twelve, he can make it the whole trip before he cries. Men don't cry.

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My smile falters for a second as Grandma June glares at me. I quickly put it back and pretended I didn't see it as she switched to the fakest smile I had ever seen. I hope she is proud of me when I complete my blessing ceremony! Only two days away till I turn twelve.

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Yesterday, Grandma took me to the training ground and used her whip on me. I'm unsure what I did to deserve it, but I must have done something. Today is going to be a better day. She is treating me to some Glechon tea, which is something about calming me for tomorrow's ceremony.

She lied. She brewed the tea, and when I stopped being able to move or talk much, she let Kevin come in with a few of the soldiers. She cackled as she said they should treat me like a woman as I drank her tea. Maybe I deserved this, too. Should I have known not to drink that? Should I have offered her tea instead? Why does she always hate only me and is friendly to my sibling?

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Finally, today is my ceremony day. My butt still hurts. Strangely, last night Kevin came to my room and had me go to the basement, he told me men get used like women all night before their ceremony. I told him okay. It can't be that bad if all the men do it.

But Alpha came home early this morning from taking care of pack business so he could come with us to the ceremony.

I hurriedly get dressed and run to the front door, waiting for everyone to get ready and come with us. Grhaandma June comes over and smiles condescendingly at me before my mom, Luna Sandra, my sisters April, Meagan, Olivia, and my brother Orion come to get in the car.

As the door shuts to the van, June puts on the fakest frown to grace Wolfkind before looking at me. "Cain can't come today. He has to go back out, Rogues are attacking the northern border again. I'm so sorry little Edward. We'll make sure to take plenty of photos for him."

My smile falters for a few seconds before I plaster it back on. "No worries, thank you for coming with us, Grandma June!" I guess things like this happen. I must be strong. I turn twelve today. Nothing wrong can happen after this. Right?

We arrive at the Pack Council grounds and go to the sanctuary. Walking towards the back of the room where Gamma Tenzin is waiting for me, I feel a sickly tingle run across my body. I guess I'm nervous. Tenzin takes me to a closed room and has me change into ceremonial clothes.

Gamma's eyes my from head to toe as I stand there in nothing but a thin robe wearing only this small pouch over my dick and balls. He escorts me back to the senior counsel members' chamber, where I kneel in front of them. They ask me to vow to Sant Peter that I will marry a she-wolf and bring forth more wolfkin to praise Sant Peter. I nod my head and vow to fulfill all the tasks that I am able. I am anointed with water from the cylindrical fount in front of me, shortly after Sant Peter's crest of a golden trumpet shimmers onto my left forearm. A searing pain pulses through my body as my family cheers for me.

A shallow growl passes through my mind before it recedes.