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I have no place in this world. No purpose. Nobody to love or love me. Not a single reason for me to live, I thought dying was my only option at this point, with nothing to live for. I knew my father and family would miss me, but they'd move on eventually. One night while my father was out of town visiting the palace for business with the King I tried taking my own life. I grabbed a rope and attempted my death. However, my father was smarter than that to leave me at home alone. My aunt, Victoria, rushed into the house when she heard a crash, she was almost too late to save me. She pulled me down and performed CPR on me to try and save my life, she was successful. After that nobody has let me out of their site since, except one night a month I'd get to myself. It's been 3 months since my accident. I didn't bother trying to take my life again because only a month after this happened I noticed my father and everyone else had been gone, out of site. The morning after, I asked him where he went but he lied to my face when he said it was business. I called him out on it and he finally caved. "Sweetheart, our family is of a special bloodline. I know you might not believe it now, but you will one day. You're aunts and uncles, even your grandmother, and myself...we're werewolves!" After that moment I knew if I killed myself then I wouldn't be able to find out more about our family. For the next month I begged my father to tell me more. When he did I asked when I would become like them. He told me it would be never, this made me angry. Another month of begging my father to let me be a werewolf like them, but he wouldn't budge. Finally, nearly two weeks ago my grandmother told me of a ritual you must perform in order to become a werewolf. She explained that everyone in our family are werewolves to protect me from the hunters. The more advanced humans that try to kill all werewolves! "It's better for you to be a wolf darling, you can protect yourself. Your father just doesn't want you to experience the trauma of the ritual and everything to come after that. The hunters will try to kill anybody with the werewolf gene in their blood. At least if you're a werewolf you'd be able to keep yourself safe without our help. We simply performed the ritual when you were a baby to keep you out of harms way, you are the last human of our pack. It makes you a larger target than the rest of us. I believe if you were to become one of us your father needs to abandon his fear and let you become what you've always been meant to be!" Those words will forever be engraved in my head from my grandmother. She's a wise woman, and I agree with everything she said. Now I'm simply curious about this ritual, and what trauma I'd experience...