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Twenty-Seven: Ritual.

KAYLA.

The rituals were commenced by a deafening howl shot through the skies.

The sound pierced through the walls and summoned everyone's attention, including mine. It was time, I realized as I made my way down the stairs. I had grudgingly thrown on a leather jacket on a pair of combat pants with the necklace Rafael had given me hanging loosely around my neck.

I couldn't explain it but there was a strange feeling of safety whenever I had it on and besides, it tied the whole look together as well.

I figured if I put all my attention in my clothes, I might forget what was really happening that night and that if I wore so much makeup, it would be harder for me to cry.

I was still in denial, all through the day and I forced myself to act like my heart wasn't breaking with each step I took until I came out of the castle.

There was a crowd of both packs merged into one, facing the northside of the field where there was a large bonfire. The winds swayed my hair and I crossed my arms over m
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