Act 3 - Claiming Ceremony
“You don’t have to do this, Sage,” Heather pleaded as she zip up the simple white dress that our Luna had prepared for me for the Claiming Ceremony tonight. “There is still time. We can run! We can shift and run away from here!” I felt a pang of guilt as the desperateness in Heather’s voice gripped my heart. Her voice was quivering and her ideas became more crazy by the minute. This was unlike her and I knew that my sister must be on the brink of losing her sanity from being worried sick about me. But it wasn’t the right time. I couldn’t tell her until the dust had settled. The more she knew, the more danger she would be in, if things didn’t work out the way that we had planned. “I’m fine, Heather,” I assured h
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