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Ariel The soft light of dawn streams through my window, and I wake up slowly, my mind already stirring with anticipation. Today marks the culmination of weeks of meticulous planning, endless strategizing, and sleepless nights. I've envisioned this day over and over, yet I feel utterly unprepared for the flood of emotions coursing through me—excitement mingled with a gnawing sense of dread that refuses to let go. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I feel the weight of responsibility settles on my shoulders. The pack depends on me, and I’m determined to prove myself. Today isn’t just another event—it’s my opportunity to demonstrate that I’m capable, dependable, and worthy of their respect. Perhaps even worthy of being their Luna. After a quick shower, I slip into the dress I c
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