Chapter 8: Guys and Gowns

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Chapter 8: Guys and Gowns

Mason awoke mid-afternoon, about an hour before his alarm was set to go off. Climbing from bed, Mason moved to the couch and pulled out his laptop. His duties had somewhat fallen to the sidelines, so he reviewed his emails. He was CC'd on an astonishing number of Midnight Ball planning emails, but none needed his attention. There were a few from some buddies from packs across the nation saying they were excited to attend the Midnight Ball again this year.

One particular email caught his eye, from Felicity Harringford, daughter of the Alpha of the Whitefang pack. Reading her name, nostalgia was the first feeling Mason had. Then, he felt uncomfortable. Despite that, he opened the email and read it. Felicity just stated that she was excited to attend and was looking forward to seeing him again. He closed it without replying and continued to look through his email.

Jack had forwarded the briefing from the information the team who went out and looked for the gathering rogues. They had found an indication that there were many rogues gathering but had yet to find their hiding spot. Additionally, they'd heard of the rogues getting support from established packs. There were whisperings, they said, of coming war. That the peace they'd had for so long was deteriorating.

Mason closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch. What he wouldn't give to be laying in Sophie's arms. He felt his cheeks flush at the thought.

"Surprise!" the door to his bedroom was flung open and Jack came in, pulling a clothing rack. Mason snorted as a second clothing rack came with Hunter, as well as Annabelle.

"What's this?"

"Well, you said Sophie was going to the Midnight Ball, and since most dress shops are closed at night, your kind friends thought about bringing the shops to Sophie," Annabelle smiled.

"Your Majesty was the one who collected all the dresses," Hunter bowed his head slightly as Jack nodded.

"This is a great idea, thank you," Mason said.

"Your father said we can release Sophie at nights, as long as you keep an eye on her," Annabelle said softly to Mason as she leaned down to kiss his head. Mason nodded. "We still have a couple of hours before sunset, I'm going to take a nap and I will be back to help Sophie choose," Annabelle waved as she left.

The men just sat around and discussed various things, from the whispers of war to the concept of witches to the mates they might possibly get that year. When it was a few minutes before sunset, Mason went to get Sophie and the other two said they would find something for all of them to eat.

"You're a minute late," Sophie teased.

"It won't happen again," Mason promised, a hand on Sophie's cheek. She turned red and Mason retracted his hand, chuckling nervously. "The boys got a surprise for you, but first let's see what they got for us to eat."

"A surprise?" Sophie stood and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I hope it's a shower," Sophie looked down embarrassed.

"And once again I forget your basic needs," Mason sighed and rubbed his face. "I guess the question is, do you want a shower or food first?"

"Would you be mad if I said shower?"

"Right this way," Mason took her hand and led her from the cell. Mason led her to the guest bedroom that had been setup as her room. "Your clothes are in the closet, and I think your parents brought your shampoo and stuff. That's in the shower."

Sophie nodded and waited a second, before biting her lip and saying, "Are you going to wait in here?"

"Oh, right, um. I'll be outside," Mason stumbled out of the door, closing it behind him. Sophie giggled and quickly moved to shower. She was grateful to see her pain medication on the bathroom counter where she took some. She'd been able to pretend the pain wasn't there in front of Mason, but it still felt excruciating. Sophie took the few pills and then looked at herself in the mirror.

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