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Chapter one has officially been redone! It does not currently line up with the chapter two that's posted but an updated chapter two is in the works.

Olana paced back and forth in the room she shared with two other women that had joined the hunt long before she had. They were both so skilled, so talented, and she was left to scramble to catch up. They were always so nice to her, but sometimes she wished they would leave her to her nest curled up with a good book and a cup of coffee. Though sadly, it was a right of passage for a young huntress to attend the alliance ball and hopefully meet her mate. Out of the hundreds of unmated wolves that attend, almost sixty percent find their partner at the ball.

"Olana as much as I love you, hun, you hardly pass for five feet tall. Just put them on, you don't want your mate to strain his back trying to kiss you." Amy hummed with a wink. Causing Olana's cheeks to flare red, immediately bringing her hands up to cover their heat and try to calm herself back down.

"I'm not!" She groaned, flopping back onto the bed and pulling one of the puffy throw pillows over her face causing Amy to huff and jump to yank it away from her.

"YOULL RUIN YOUR MAKEUP!!" Amy squealed, yanking Olana back into a sitting position as she fussed over her hair and adjusted the dabbles of highlighter on Olana's cheekbones. Olana still didn't understand what the big deal was with getting this dolled up, even if she was to meet her mate at this event, would it have mattered if she looked like a living Barbie doll?

Emily came up from behind and offered some help, curling Olana's hair in perfect little ringlets that cascaded down her back. She sighed, at least grateful that she was allowed to have minimal makeup, enough to cover her blotchy skin. Amy lurched forward while Emily had Olana distracted and put the heels on her feet, Olana huffed and pretend to kick her in the knee. Only to have her ankle caught.

"Uh-uh, you are gonna sit still and let me paint your nails." Amy hummed, and as much as Olana squirmed, there was no way she would be able to get away if she wanted to, groaning as the scent of nail polish filled her nostrils.

"Ya know, I think I'll just go barefoot, is that an option?" She grumbled lazily, amber eyes staring up at the ceiling to avoid the glares she was given. "Guess not." She sighed.

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Olana picked at the dress she was wearing, it wasn't that it wasn't pretty, the girls had done a hell of a job making her look presentable she just...felt...uncomfortable, to say the least. She didn't like the feeling of not having something to cover her legs. Or that the only separating her from possible encounters was her panties. She rubbed her arms nervously as she rode in one of the pack vans towards the ball. She had heard the pack grounds of the Orelia's were beautiful, every morning there were bright gold sunrises that stretched over large mountainscapes and open waters. The prey was plentiful and the trees were dense and large redwoods grew in the forest. Olana looked out the window waiting to see this 'golden land' while she listened to Amy's mindless humming.

Next to Amy was her mate, lean and muscular, on his phone playing some sort of game. Amy's head was gently rested on his shoulder, hand in hand. Something Olana hoped to have before the night was through.

"Holy-" Olana's eyes widened as they came upon large stallions racing next to the vans, snorting as they tried to keep up, and on the other side raced wolves, large muscular beast that must have been the guards, grunting in approval they turned back into the lushes jungle of a forest that surrounded them in a canopy of vividly colored leaves, all changing a falling with the fall season. The sun was gently setting against the soft waves of the ocean that cradled the packs' home. When they arrived at the gate Olana's door was opened for her, a man in velvet colored formal wear bowed to her and took her hand to help her down. Olana carefully stepped out and looked around, eyes widening at the scenery as she struggled not to trip over her own feet.