The King and Queen smile down at their new born daughter who lays quietly asleep on the cushion for all to see in the dimly lit cathedral. Their five year old son fidgeting as he glares at the guests, worried for his new sister's safety with so many wolves around.
Alphas, Lunas and other high ranking wolves wait patiently in the crowd as the chanting from the palace witch rings a gentle melody around the room. Today is the one month mark of Princess Isabella Nightlock, signaling that the new born werewolf princess is strong enough to survive in this world. As the chanting continues, the Witch sprinkles moon dust over different crystals.
"A moon stone will protect her light and guide her through a challenge only select few will face." The witch announces as the moon dust settles onto the round six inch diameter moon stone and glows iridescent. The chanting continues, the audience anticipating the next declaration as the moon dust settles onto a bejeweled scepter, another iridescent glow surrounding the object.
"A scepter states she will rule. As a Luna or a Queen, only fate will tell." The Witch's melodious voice calls out. The King and Queen look at each other with worry. It is common for a princess to be mated to an Alpha born wolf and vice versa, but if Isabella rules the kingdom what would happen to their young son.
Deciding to shelf this worry to another time, their focus returns to the Witch and what power this Royal Born pup would wield. When creatures hidden from the mortal realm decided to make their presence known and make a home for themselves in the open on earth, the Moon Goddess bestowed a gift to the family who became the rulers of each werewolf and Meng Bloed with wolf decent, this gift is the control of elements. Queen Lisandra being mated into the Royal family did not posses any powers but King Jonathan did - the power of lightning. Prince Ryder - who posed the power of water - could barely control his element at age five but slowly practiced in fear of harming the baby where all eyes were on her.
The chanting from the Witch grows stronger now, echoing around the room as she sprinkles more moon dust on different elements, but no reaction us seen. A frown forms between her brows in confusion as she continues the chant and once again sprinkles moon dust on the bowls that hold a symbol of the known elements that other Royals have posed - still nothing. The crowd begins to chatter anxiously amongst themselves, the noise mixing with the melodious chanting. No one notices the Princess who's face contorts in discomfort as the many wolves focus on the Witch's third attempt - once again yielding no results. The noise of whispers grows louder in disbelief, everyone thinking that the Princess has no power, until a loud cry from the cushion where the sleeping Princess lays silences them, followed by a loud boom of thunder that shakes the glass windows threatening to break under the shock wave and a bolt of lightning lights the cathedral. Everyone stares in fear outside at once was a beautiful sunny spring day that is now as dark as night and the black clouds above release a torrant of rain. The chanting from the witch stops while she stairs at the moon dust she had thrown now floating in mid air around the new born pup, her cries of displeasure of being disturbed growing louder as the storm increases in frightening strength. The witch observes the pup and the storm, a light of understanding flickering across her face as she approaches the Princes and takes out a cresent moon shaped Moon Stone  attached to a white gold chain hidden in her robe. She dangles the necklace over the Princess' torso, the stone shining in the light and catching the pup's eyes. The crying promptly stops and so does the rain, but the dark clouds still remain low in the sky, ready to release a torrent of rain once more.
The moon stone still suspended in the air continues to glow steadily.
Then unexpectedly, Princess Isabella lets out a giggle its sound like bells chiming in the breeze. Clouds outside dissappear from the sky with each gigle the Princess makes, her tiny hands reaching for the sparking jewel above her. The Moon Stone dust finally glows iridescent and the Witch smiles.
"Unexpectedly the element dear Princess Isabella Nightlock controls is something never seen before. Our little jewel of the werewolf nation can control the weather and one day she will be a powerful force to recon with." The moon dust slowly gathers above the Princess' temple at the Witch's declaration, swirling and glowing brightly as each particle floats gently onto the forehead of the new Royal wolf. The Witch continues to chant and the crowd stares in shock. Imagine the leaps and bounds their nation can take with this Princess' power.
Finally, the moon dust settles and an insignia is left on the Princess' forehead - a gilden cresent moon with a silver snow flake between the pointed tips. This will appear on her forehead each time the Princess shifts into her wolf form.
The chant ends quietly and the crowd cheers, the Witch smiling. She has seen glimpses of this pups future with each new declaration and her heart aches for the pain this little one will bear. But it will make her grow stronger and bring a new era for the nation this Witch calls her home. With a nod to the King and Queen, the Witch retreats to her chair, her body drained of energy from this ceremony, but not before leaving the necklace in the hands of her Princess as a gift.
With the ceremony completed, the King and Queen thanks the guest for coming, maids and butlers ushering everyone towards the exit and down the halls where the ball room is ready for the party, the Prince's personal servant comes and escorts the five year old to the elevator after he bids his parents a good night so that he can take his after noon nap and the two rules make their way to where their daughter quietly plays with her new necklace.
"Jonathan, what do you think will happen with our pup" Queen Lisandra asks, carefully scooping the Princess into her arms and cradling her daughter close to her.
"I have no idea Lisandra, all we can do is speculate and keep our pups safe." King Jonathan answers honestly, a sigh ending his statement. With a look of understanding, the King and Queen exit the cathedral and make there way to the ball room with their daughter safely in the embrace of the Queen to introduce their pup to each guest. Today is about her after all.