Elroy POV
I confessed to myself I had gotten to the point where I really dreaded the idea of ceremonies.
I recognized the need for such things, of course. If you wanted to send out a message to thousands of wolves at once, nothing did it better than a well-documented ceremony, and if you wanted to bring a pack together, nothing did it better than a traditional rite.
But the standing around, the effort of keeping the right expressions on my face, and the tedium of the rituals made it all feel like such a colossal waste of time. It was especially true now, as I tasted my bitter distrust of Ravencrest on my tongue and so much around me seemed to be made of schemes within schemes.
Which is why I was so pleased when Olivia suggested we do this next traditional rite in our fur. I was more th
