CLARE'S POV
"You can never tell anyone about what you are about to see," I tell Cam.
"Ok, I swear I won't tell anyone," Cam promises.
"No, that isn't good enough, I need you to swear on your wolf that you will never speak to anyone about this place," I say seriously.
"What does that mean," Cam asks.
"If you swear on your wolf and you break that promise then your wolf goes to the person you made that promise to. From that point, the person can either send your wolf to mother, kill your wolf, punish her, or give her back."
"I won't break my promise, so tell me how it's done."
"Say 'I, Cameron, swear on my wolf, Tessa-'" I pause a moment to tell let her say the words
'Vow to never communicate with anyone about what I know or see hear.'
"Next we both need to cut the palm of our left hands and let the blood from the wound mix together in this chalice."
I opened my old pocket knife and slit my hand. I formed my hand into a fist and squeezed out my blood and watched as my blood dripped into the chalice.
3RD PERSON POV
Clare didn't even flinch when she cut her hand with the old rusty dirty knife. She just slit her palm right open and let her blood flow.
"I can't do that, it's weird and it'll hurt," Cam exclaimed loudly.
"You must," Clare declared, "the vow is already connecting and has started to take place. If you don't then the vow won't recognize me as the person that demanded the vow."
"Ok so," Cam asks a bit nervous.
"If the vow doesn't recognize me as the person who ordered it then it will declared that you broke the vow; you'll lose your wolf. You must hurry the bond is almost finished!"
Cam took the knife in her right hand and crying out in pain, Cam slit the left palm of her hand.
Clare lifted the chalice towards the sky and recited the ritualistic incantation.
"Di magni, facite quod si mactaverimus ea sanguis in manibus nostris, sinistra accipit munera, ut votum meum, soror mea, et inter I." (Great gods, we sacrifice the blood of our left palms as an offering to accept the vow between my sister and I.)
The wind picked up and a flash of lighting traveled into the cup. Both girls were in awe at what they had just witnessed.
"So what does that mean," Cam asks her twin.
"It means that the gods have accepted your vow and will document it for if you ever break it," Clare answers Cam's question," Now we must both take a sip of the blood infused with magic to bind us together in this vow."
"Ew, NO!!! I'm not drinking our blood!"
"Why? It's the same as when we drink blood, the only difference is that it's my blood and your own blood. You have to!"
"Fine," Cam exclaimed, snatched the chalice from Clare's hands and drank half of the blood in it.
Clare took the chalice back, lifted it up to her mouth and chugged down the rest of the blood.
"So the clothes?"
"Right this way dear sister!"
CLARE'S POV
I took Cam to my hidden closet, a small air-conditioned one room cabin in the middle of the woods.
The outside looks like nothing much but the inside is absolutely gorgeous. A big chandelier, expensive white plush couch, vanity mirror, and all of my super expensive yet cute clothes.
Nobody knew what exactly was in the cabin apart from me. My secret hideout, my very own getaway.
"This, this is the reason why I had to take that huge vow," Cam questions.
"Never judge a book by its cover, come in to my getaway cabin.
I opened the ugly wooden door and revealed to my twin the perfect getaway.
"Wow, this place is - wow!"
Cam was in complete awe at what she saw in the small cabin.
"I know right, I love your reaction! Let's get dressed!!!"
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THE DARK ARMY ARISES
Manusia Serigala4 Months later and the Dark Lupus Moon Pack has finally finished their training by Clare and the Moon Goddess' standard. They have excelled in the weapons training. Now they travel pack to pack, helping those packs who call for their help. Clare's...
