Chapter 3

5.5K 164 35
                                    

I did not sign up for this. It is finally Saturday, the day of the Ball and I was currently in the pack house waiting to leave to go to the Blackwood's pack house. We were waiting for all the girls to get their stuff to bring to the Blackwood's. I guess we all got ready there because it's tradition or something. The room was filled with about forty excited girls talking in groups about what they were expecting to happen tonight.

Luna Caroline finally announced that we were all ready to go so we took our dresses and shoes and climbed into SUV's that would take us there. I hopped into the front of a sleek black SUV. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone today. The ride there took about an hour and we mostly traveled through the back roads in the forest. The others girls in my vehicle were all laughing and hopped up on sugar.

We pulled up to the pack house and let me say it is gorgeous. We were pulled up to the front door in their circular driveway. The front of the house or mansion, is a cream stone with white windows. The front door is a dark red, grand entrance and a dark red roof to match. There are two white pillar on both sides of the door and a short, wide staircase leading up to the door. We pile into the driveway and make our way into the house.

The inside is even more beautiful than the outside. The flooring is a dark wood that contrasts with the creamy walls. The tall ceiling has an elegant crystal chandelier hanging from it that is above the grand staircase centered in the large room. On either side of the staircase there are two open rooms filled with black couches and chairs.

A lady appears and directs our group to a large room on the second level. The second level has rooms on both sides and all the doors are open. Peaking in one as we walk by, I see another pack getting ready for the Ball. We get to our room at the end of the hallway and it is filled with mirrors and vanities. There is also a few older women in there to help us I suppose.

Luna Caroline claps her hands together to get our attention. "As some of you know, we will be getting ready here while the boys will be getting ready at home and then arriving here later. You each should have your dresses and shoes. These lovely ladies have volunteered to help us prepare for tonight. Everyone is to wear their white dresses, and black heels. A black mask is also provided to you before you leave the room. In regards to hair and make up. Everyone is to have their hair up in a bun and you are not allowed to wear any makeup. No perfume either. These rule are not to punish you. They are to show to your mate your natural beauty and purity. Your mate will have to find you by using only your scent because you will all look very similar. Let's get going because we only have a few hours to get you all looking like stars."

This might actually work in my favor with everyone looking the same and the masks help to hide my features. Since there are only so many people to help I let someone else go and wander the room. I find a table with some snacks and grab a water and apple. Sitting on a couch against a large window, I peer outside. There are some boys carrying tables and chairs someplace. There is a small group of four talking.

From where I was sitting, I could see that one had dirty blond hair that is a tad longer on top. Standing next to him, is another blonde, but the front part of his hair is spiked up. From what I could see, I would guess his eyes are brown. The third member was a brunette with a slight curl in his hair. He was laughing at something the first blond said. It was the fourth member of the little group that held my attention. I couldn't really see him as his back was facing me. He was wearing a fitted white shirt that showed off his muscles. He had dark brown, almost black hair that is slightly longer on top and is styled in that messy bedhead look, but obviously took time to style.

There was something in me that begged for him to turn around so I could fully see him. One of the blonds must have noticed me being slightly creepy, because they start waving at me. I wave back and I can see the others start to turn to see what the blond guy is waving at. Before the captivating guy fully turns, someone yanks my arms and I am pulled away from the window.

Finding HerWhere stories live. Discover now