I guess I should start off by telling you exactly who I am. I'm Angelena Taylor White. I prefer to be called Lena though. I'm tall, standing at 5'6 and have a tan complexion. My face is blemish free and framed by thick waves of white hair. Yup, I said white. I was born with this color. Weird I know. Anyways I have grey eyes that change red when I'm mad, which is quite unusual, and right now I'm hold up in my room getting ready for the ball. Oh, did I mention this is the ball to find my mate. Oh, yeah I'm a werewolf.
"Suck in more." my mouth growls out through clenched teeth.
With the little air I have left in my diaphram I manage to answer her." I'm sucking in as much as possible!"
So I'm not a twig. I'm not fat! I'm just curvy and these corsets don't like my curves. My bones are crunched together and my mom is still pulling on the strings to tighten the white torture device. I suck in the little breathe I had left and my mom finally sighs and ties the strings.
"I feel like I'm being suffocated by an octopus." I force the words out.
My mom shakes her head and smiles at me." You look beautiful Lena."
Now it's my turn to shake my head and I turn towards the mirror and find she is right. The corset still shows off what is left of my curves and flattens my stomache even more. The dress is all white to show I'm pure, which is tradition in our world. The top is white silk with an off white lacey pattern. The corset is just plain white as is the bottom which poofs out like one of those oldern gowns girls used to wear all the time. My hair is curled in wringlets and half up half down withlittle peices loose in the front. I was wearing a little brown eyeliner with a light shade of brown eyeshadow covering my eye lid and mascara that made my eyelashes look a million times longer than they really are.
"I'm hungry." I whine out after making sure I look good.
My mom frowns and shakes her head once more." No food."
"I doubt I can fit it in my stomache wearing this torture device." I mummble making my mom laugh.
She gestures for me to follow her and we walk down the long hallway outside my room. We make it to a wide set of stair cases and I see everyone is mingling with one another. Werewolves from other packs are even here. Even our enemy pack, Halters' pack. I pull my mom back in to the shadows and glare at her.
"What the hell are the Halters doing here?" I demand keeping my glare steady.
"Your mate might be in their pack."
I scoff." I doubt it."
" But you don't know for sure. And even though it pains me to see them here I want you to find your mate." I sigh after her lecture and she nods and I nod back before stepping in to the little spot light that has been switched on.
I smile and everyone "ohh's" and "aww's" at how I look as I start my descent of the stairs. I nod at friends and others who nod in respect to me. Finally when I reach the bottom I let out the breathe I didn't realize I had been holding.
I see my best friend, Hope Jang, and smile widely at her. She returns the smile and gestures to the second spot light where my father stands, smiling proudly at me. I smile back at him and head over to him. We start the father daughter dance and my father speaks over the music.
"My, my, my don't you look like a full grown woman."
"Thanks dad."
"Is that makeup?" he asks worry lines crinkling his brow.
I laugh at my fathers protectiveness." Daddy it's just for today. Besides it's my eighteenth birthday, shouldn't I be able to wear whatever I want?" I ask innocently.
He chuckles back at me and nods his head." Your right Lena. Your eighteen now, you shouldn't have to worry about your old man."
I laugh and before I know it the song is over and we are parting. I curtsy to my father and he bows before we part ways and I head over to the refreshment table. It's time for me to mingle about. It's time for me to find my mate.
First to find Hope. I look around the party but it's almost impossible to find her when suddenly someone bites my shoulder. I whip around snarling, alpha blood coursing through me. When I see it's just Hope I relax and start to laugh.
"What's up girl? You know not to scare me like that!" I say hitting her shoulder playfully.
She rubs it in mock hurt and then smiles at me hooking her arm through mine." You ready to find your mate?" she asks enthusiastically.My tummy does some flip flops and I manage a smile but she knows something is wrong." What's wrong?" she asks worriedly.
"I'm just really nervous." I say cracking my knuckles, an old habit I have when I get nervous.
she puts her hands on top of mine to stop my cracking before giving me a reassuring smile." You'll be fine."
I look at Hope and take her in. She is short like most Nepalians and is probably one of the weirdest and sweetest people you'll ever meet. She has thin black hair that runs down her back in straight strands on each side of her heart shaped face. She has peircing green eyes that are partially covered by her side bangs. Her dress is bright red with a black corset. It also looks like she can't breathe yet she looks perfectly fine. Do I look like I can't breahte?
Suddenly we're being lead around the room in almost a dance formation. Go to your partner and introduce yourself. The talking part is like a tango, filled with witty banter and light hearted jokes and just both of us being polite because we both know we aren't mates, or else we would have noticed right away. We move like this for a while before a smell wafts over to me. I breath deeply and look around for the source of the amazing aroma.
Suddenly I see a man and I immediately know he's my mate. I excuse myself quickly and leave a confused crowd of people in my wake as I almost skip over to the man that is my mate. I tap his shoulder and wait patiently for him to turn around. But once I see who it is I regret coming over here at all.
Tony Halter. My mate and the Alpha of the Halter pack. The pack that is our enemy.
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