Almighty Lycan.

Let's Go. Pt. 1

As we pulled in the parking lot, Lola's car bumping music, I realized that it seem unusually busy in the mall. Everywhere that we turned, cars littered the lot here and there. We almost didn't find a parking space.

Walking in, the mall was busy. There were people EVERYWHERE.

"Why is it so busy in here?" I breathed to myself.

"I told you silly!" Lola giggled loudly behind me. "Tonight's the premiere for my brothers club!"

Staring at her in disbelief, I asked, "everyone here is going?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically, before continuing our journey to Victoria's Secret. "Now, I don't want you to feel embarrassed, but to look sexy, is to feel sexy."

Lola turned to me with an evil smile, a pair of black lacy thongs in her hands. She started waving them around merrily. "Go try them on!"

I gulped, and snatched them out of her hands, my face burning up with embarrassment.

5 minutes later...

"I have a wedgie." I muttered, agitated.

Lola guffawed at my serious face, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. "What's so funny?" I asked her, a scowl permanently etched on my face.

"It's gonna be there for a while sister." She joked, winking at me. I almost punched her in the face.

"Can we please move on now?" I whined, making a gun with my fingers and silently pulling the trigger. A gesture I make when something either annoying, or stupid occurs.

"Of course sugar plum!" She giggled loudly, earning curious glances from other customers that are located inside Victoria's Secret. I mentally smacked myself in the face. Hard. With a chair.

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After literally an hour of us arguing over who's wearing what, Lola throwing fits about prices and managing to get things half off, me getting my hair yanked out of my skull by a beauty agent, and no food, I have had enough.

So now, here we sit in the dining area of the mall on the second floor, which overlooked the whole entire main area of the building. We were currently eating giant soft pretzels. My pretzel came with warm flowing cheese, and Lola's had a pretzel pizza with pepperoni's scattered on it. It was truly amazing.

"So like, you've never had any of these before?" Lola asked me, before taking a bite of her pizza.

"Nope, never. I wasn't much of an eater way back when." I said absentmindedly. When I was with my old pack, they never fed me. I had to eat left overs or things they would throw away.

"Well you don't know what you've been missing." She joked before checking her watch, and gasping. "We have to go!"

"What's going on?" I asked worriedly, not one for running.

"We have to go now! We have a nail appointment in half an hour!" She grabbed all our bags, completely forgetting about her pretzel, and stood up, waiting on me.

I stood up, and we started walking. After a second thought I quickly turned back around, and grabbed her pretzel, taking it with me.

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It was now ten thirty, and the club was to open in exactly thirty minutes. I stood in my bedroom, sweat slowly dripping down my face. Concern bubbled in my stomach, causing it to tighten its muscles.

Fear was etched on my face as I faced my worst fear. I've been scared of theses things ever since I was able to escape my last pack. I was a werewolf. A creature of the night, but I was still freakishly terrified of...

Heels.

Not just any pair of heels, Jimmy Choos. They were the hottest pairs of shoes I've ever seen. But they terrified me, because they mean that I had to actually work on staying up straight. I had to try.

I gulped down my fear, and slid the beautiful dark booted heels on, the studs making the shoes all the more real. My hair was up in a high slicked back ponytail, the hair curled down my back in dark luscious curls.

     The dress I had slid on a few minutes ago was not what I was expecting at all. It was a short and tight burgundy high neck dress that was velvet. I wore no bra, and the dress hugged my natural curves like it was my second skin.

I threw on some accessories, and that's when I grew balls, and looked at my reflection. I peered at my face closely, trying to picture my flaws so that I don't forget who I am. I found none.

Lola had done my makeup so flawlessly that I don't even recognize myself in the mirror. I scowled at my reflection. People wont be seeing me for who I am. I felt like I was wearing a mask, and that once it's gone, I wont be needed anymore.

My lips were stained in a striking blood red color with matte lipstick, my top lids coated in black liner into a wing on both sides. My cheeks were sharp, and high. I looked like a... Like a model. Like someone who was made to live on Olympus. A goddess.

I smirked at my reflection, before grazing the glass with my fingertips. I didn't know how I felt. I can't remember ever feeling pretty. I don't remember ever feeling invincible except when I'm riding my Harley.

And all because of some paint on my face? Is this all we do in this world? Put on masks, as if it were protecting us from things we were afraid of facing? To cover up who we are?

Is this why I was put on this Earth? To pretend to be something I'm not? To pretend that I'm okay with it? Like I don't have any scars to hide?

'Yes', I thought to myself. I should be able to pretend for one night. I should be able to let free, and to be able to lose control every now and then. I DESERVE this feeling. To feel powerful and to feel like I hold the world in my bare hands...

I deserve to be bad.