The Cabin, the Woods, and the Wolf #watty2016

Chapter 20

My hands lightly run over the vast amounts of poofy material The lace, tulle, and beading, glide smoothly beneath my hands.

I sit up straighter as someone pushes another pin into my already-coifed hair. Ringlets decorate my head and hang by my ears with swirls, twists, and braids elaborately gracing the top of my head.

I sigh as yet another pair of dainty hands gently touches my arm. After leaving my wolf-man, I flinched anytime someone approached me. The women became wise to what set me off and curtailed how many people were in the room and who could touch me.

One last pin and my hands are grabbed, helping me to stand, and a bundle of flowers are placed within my grip. Little white bells dot the violet and yellow flowers.

I follow the older woman in front of me to a very tall, heavy oak door. I stand in front of it shaking, thinking of everything that could be behind the door.

I can hear a muffled echo of music through the thick door, but as soon as the door opens the music changes.

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We have been separated all day, courtesy of my aunt, and if it wasn't for the continuous updates by one of the maids I would have gone insane.

The music changes as the creaking sound of the ballroom doors opening is heard.

I hold my breath as the door opens. The gap gets wider, showing more of her until, finally, the door is completely open. There she stands, gorgeous in a white dress and preparing to walk down the aisle. Just before she passes the vestibule to the ballroom, someone stands in front of her, facing her.

When he turns to pull her away, I can see it is not just someone. It is her father that is dragging her out of the way to let a wolf, my cousin, take her place.

He can be here for only one thing; revenge.

Revenge for taking his throne.