EMILY'S POV
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Don't stumble.
Don't trip.
Don't fall.
I repeat those three sentences as I stride down the isle, people stand around, watching me. They haven't met me before, and they surely think that it's strange. I would have. I would have called it the craziest thing for someone new to become my Luna if I never even heard of her before.
I break out in a cold sweat, my throat drying up as I stare at Nico at the end of the narrow aisle. This feels more like a wedding than a Luna ceremony, but I never seen one before, so I have no idea what it looks like. I stride up the three small steps, slowly turning and I look at Nico for reassurance, and he nods, giving it to me.
I slowly turn my head and look at the rest of the pack, their eyes are on me, not on Nico. "We're here, at the end
