Romeo nodded.
He knew the Alpha Rite was an oath made in blood, but for some reason, his father's words carried more weight with them.
"The Blackmoon pack has had a Blackmoon at its helm since it's founding. Are you ready to be the next Blackmoon Alpha?" Raul asked.
His father was a tall, imposing figure, but Romeo was taller. However, at this moment, he felt like a young boy again, looking up at his father.
"I am, father," Romeo answered in a solemn and deep tone.
Raul raised his arm and gestured for his son to do the same.
Mirroring his son's actions, Romeo raised it till both their arms hovered above the simple bowl.
"Do you, Alpha Romeo, stand before me of your own free will?" Raul asked.
"I do," Romeo answered.
The question seemed oddly simple, but the weight that came with his words weighed on his shoulders.
"Do you, Alpha Romeo, willingly seek the position of Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack?" Raul asked him with a locked gaze.
