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The moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the forest as Sierra and I made our way through the dense underbrush. The woods, with their ancient trees and whispering leaves, had always been the most spiritual place in our pack's territory. Tonight, they felt especially alive, as if they knew the significance of what we were about to do.
Sierra had gathered everything we needed for the ritual, including a lock of Esme's hair, which she carried carefully in a small, intricately carved wooden box. The rest of the items—a few candles, some herbs, and a ceremonial dagger—were tucked into a leather satchel slung over her shoulder. She moved with purpose, her steps sure and confident despite the darkness.
As we walked, I couldn't help but think about what she had said ea
