We finally land in Australia and move into a convoy of vehicles to head to the Alpha King’s pack house.
Ever since we landed, Cypris has been acting weird. She won’t stop pacing and whining.
As we get closer to the pack house, she starts scratching. What the fuck is going on!
We unload, and luckily Flora and I get put in a room together. I won’t have to sleep in a room with someone I don’t know and can skip the awkward formalities.
“Oh my goddess, do you see the size of this place?” Flora announces as she starts jumping up and down on her bed.
“I thought our pack house was huge, but this place is its own town inside a building!”
She now starts making motions like she is making a snow angel on top of the silk sheets, and I start to laugh.
“Well, what do you want to do?” I ask. “The ceremony isn’t until eleven thirty tonight. We have a few hours to kill.”
“Girl, we have to get ready! Four hours is not enough time!” Flora looks at me, all amusement gone from her face.
“Are you serious? I mean we are just going to the garden and getting naked. What could possibly take four hours?”
“Um, hello. Hair. Makeup. Dress. I want my mate to take one look at me and jump my bones right there!
“Don’t even think I’m letting my new bestie go out there without looking like the fierce goddess she surely is,” Flora says with a seductiveness in her voice.
I can’t contain my blush. Sure enough, I spend the next four hours with Flora pampering us, doing everything from face masks to makeup.
I’m finally done and in the bathroom changing into the traditional black lace gown I have worn nine times before. It may as well be lingerie.
It’s literally all lace and covers nothing, even though it flows to the floor.
I take a deep breath and look at myself in the full-length mirror. I barely recognize myself.
I mean, it’s definitely me, but wow, she really must be a witch because I look amazing.
The dress seems to fit better this year, hugging every curve of my five-ten frame tightly, accentuating everything.
My normally unruly thick, blonde curls have a beautiful shine and flow without a single strand out of place.
My eyes are popping with a glow. They are already abnormal. I was born with pastel violet eyes, when most wolves have golden or silver eyes.
This makeup takes them to another level, and that makes me a little self-conscious. I don’t like to show off the things that make me different.
I walk out of the bathroom, and Flora drops everything to the floor.
“You have to be kidding me. How are you even more hot! Like, I’d’ve fucked you before, but now… Oh my goddess, AsaLynn! Why were you covering that body under baggy clothes!”
“Bitch, you are gonna take my spotlight, damn. It’s okay, though. We can both look hot as fuck! We are gonna take this ceremony by storm!” Flora giggles, and we head out.
