The Great Hall of the Obsidian Caldera was hushed in a breathless, suffocating silence as six hundred members of the Tempest Ridge Pack gathered around the raised basalt amphitheater. Torches fueled by fragrant cedar oil and sulfur flickered along the perimeter of the ancient cavern, casting towering, dancing shadows against walls of glass-smooth volcanic stone. At the center of the subterranean circle stood the Blood Monolith—a seven-foot spire of razor-sharp…
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