Violet and Charlotte have never gotten along, but being born on the same day with two moms who are best friends practically guaranteed that they shared everything, but they didn't expect to also be sharing a mate with a third girl named Luna. Along...
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"Violet hurry and put on your birthday dress, the guests will be here in two hours. You must be ready by then!" My mom screams up to my room as I roll my eyes and mentally grown. First I've been locked in my room all day so I don't find my mate before the party and now I'm being forced to wear a white outfit because that's what every female werewolf is made to do on their eighteenth birthday. It's a tradition I can't quite understand, but I know it started more then a millennia ago.
I slip on my white tank top dress along with a black faux leather jacket to help cover my almost exposed ass. I throw on my black Marc Jacobs ankle boots to finish off the look. Yes it is the middle of the summer, but werewolves are able to regulate their body temperature so it's hard for us to become over heated or for us to be freezing cold.
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As for my hair I lightly brush through it allowing it to fall right below my shoulder. I wash my face before throwing on some moisturizer and primer simply because it makes my face feel like a babies bottom and then I add some mascara and clear lip gloss. I've never been big on makeup so I don't bother to change that just because I'm suppose to meet my mate today. He either likes me how I come or he can reject me. Rejection can kill a wolf, but I would rather die then change for an ungrateful man.
It didn't take me more then thirty minutes to do so now I'm just waiting for my mom to give me the okay for me to come downstairs.
"Mom you tricked me!" I hear a screeching voice causing me to throw my head to the door. The sultry feminine voice sounds familiar and I really want to see who it is, but I know my mom will skin me alive if I come out before it's time. She takes the old ways very seriously. I know I'm already going to be scolded for wearing black when it's suppose to be all white so I'd rather not add to the trouble I'm already causing for myself.
A few voices yell overlapping one of another making it hard to understand what's being said, but I realize there's around five feminine voices and three masculine ones. I can make out that two out of the eight voices are my parents. I wonder what's going on down there?
That's when I hear loud multiple pairs of footsteps coming up the stairs and before I know it the door is being thrown open causing me to almost jump out of my skin. I would of noticed their scents if it wasn't for the fact my mom had given me a pill the dulls my senses and lowers my own sent for six hours so if my mate is in this pack we don't end up picking up on each other until the party starts. Like I said she takes the old ways very seriously.
