The ceremonial chamber was larger than Laura expected, with high ceilings and windows that let in the silvery moonlight. Pack members lined the walls, their faces solemn and curious. Selene stood near the front, her silver dress gleaming like liquid metal in the dim light.
And there, in the center of the room, sat the Riddle Box on a stone pedestal.
It looked smaller than Laura had imagined—about the size of a jewelry box—but something about it commanded attention. Its silverwood surface seemed to shift in the moonlight, the carvings moving like shadows dancing across water.
Zephyr stepped forward, his face now serious and formal. "Laura, former Luna of the Eastern Packs, you stand before the Riddle Box of the Shadowfang. Are you prepared to face its challenge?"
Laura swallowed hard, s
