Obscure Wolf

CHAPTER 4

Amelia was pacing the length of her living room, she was fuming. Fuming would not have been the word one would say for the look on her face, outraged was the more appropriate one. She glanced at the wall clock. It showed 6:30pm. They had to leave in half an hour, if they wanted to reach at least a few minutes early. Apparently, the arrogant beauties wanted to make a good impression. She snorted at that. 'Yeah! Right.'

Back to the problem at hand. She did not have anything appropriate to wear to the dinner. Apparently, they thought she already knew about it. How was she supposed to know about it? They looked like they weren't planning to tell her either and she knew it was the truth. That is until she stumbled upon it. Literally. They had a back door in the kitchen on the ground floor and only one main entrance to Amelia's dislike. But, it was any day better than sharing the house completely with them.

She had gone to shop for groceries after visiting the park she had seen on the way. She had opened the door to enter the house, to find asshats as she liked to call them in her head fretting over what to wear. By mistake, she had stumbled up on a garment. That actually looked a little larger than a handkerchief. Jazz had given her more than an earful. To save her ear from literally bleeding she had just muttered a sorry under her breath indicating that was just for the sake of it. Mara had finally intervened to tall that they had to hurry if they wanted to make a good impression. Therefore, they needed to be punctual and fashionable. 'Of course.' Sarcasm noted. While, Jazz wanted no, needed more time to get ready. They did not make sense to Amelia. As she was walking away. Mara snapped, "Amelia."

Amelia frowned. 'Great. What had she done now?' She was stopped from going to her room right away. Irritably she asked, "What?"

Mara ordered, "Be ready in an hour. We leave at 7 sharp."

Amelia snapped, "Where and why?"

"You don't know!" Jazz exclaimed dramatically while moving her hands in the air as if to show 'everyone knows it and you don't.'

Amelia just gave her blank stare not following. Jazz sighed, shook her head. Mara giggled then gave an exasperated look saying, "We are invited to have dinner with Alpha, Beta and the council of the Star pack in their pack house at 7:30pm."

Amelia had a million curses on the tip on her tongue to lash out on them. But, she knew better. After, dropping the bomb they both were back to arguing what they had been doing before she interrupted them. 'Why hadn't they told her before?' Amelia thought angrily.

After trashing her wardrobe for five good minutes which felt like hours. Amelia found something to wear. It was a floor length plain black simple dress with an open back. She found a pair of two inch silver heels to go with the dress. The only problem was that the dress hugged her figure too snugly. She scrunched her face at that. She wasn't used to it. It would have to suffice for the occasion. She kept her makeup to a minimal. She just put enough to look like she had actually put in an effort to dress up for the occasion. Black thick eyeliner and shiny lip gloss, she was ready to go.

Mara and Jazz cleaned up well. Amelia could accept that. They both looked gorgeous. Mara could not stop herself from becoming the green eyed monster as she looked at Amelia. They had gone shopping for the occasion. Spared no costs. She had even snuck out without Jazz to the beauty salon. But, all attempts wasted as without putting in an effort Amelia looked beautiful. Jazz was in her own little world.

They all piled in the limo owned by Mara. It was her birthday gift. She loved such opulent gifts. The journey towards their destination was a blur. Amelia did not pay attention to their talk. A more appropriate word, gossip. But, something felt anomalous. Like it was out of the ordinary. She thought about it. They were on the right track, check. They knew the chauffer, check. No strange noises from the vehicle, check. Air was clear, check. Nothing unfamiliar.

She abruptly paused in her train of thoughts.

'Okay..! Whoa, wait! Did she just think like a sleuth?'

She did. That means the year she had spent in the forest surviving on instincts was still remembered by her.

Though, she missed the most obvious thing, an occurrence which was nearly beyond the bounds of possibility. Jazz wasn't talking at all. She usually loved gossiping and would always be on the edge to get her turn to give in her inputs. She was silent. Mara did not seem to mind that at all. She kept on blabbering about something or the other, or just self-praising.

Amelia did not notice because that thought never occurred to her. She was trying to be subtle while checking her surroundings. Not that anyone was paying her any attention. She just gave a deaf ear to them.

A/N: I know it is shorter than the others but I promise I will make it up in the next chapter. So, any guesses about Amelia's life in the forest?
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