The Human Wolf

Five

I looked at myself in the mirror. My hands smoothing out the invisible wrinkles that I thought were there. My hands skimmed over my curves and my somewhat flat-ish stomach. I had to admit I did have a small gut because I always ate too much cake or ice cream growing up. And chocolate was a weakness. I didn't have a prefect body.

"Are you sure about this?" I turn around asking Spencer, Conri's younger sister Clara and the seamstress.

"Any guy out there will want to have you on his arm. I'm telling you." Clara commented.

"You look stunning in that dress and with your hair and skin colour too, you look beautiful." Spencer added. "Conri will have a handful with you tonight. Trying to keep you away from prying eyes."

I look at myself back into the mirror. I look at the v-neckline of the dress and see my boobs are alittle more exposed than I like. "Are you sure it's not too revealing?"

"It's the prefect amount of skin and boob, Ny. You'll be fine. Stop stressing about what your wearing and just enjoy tonight!" Clara smiled at me. "Who knows, the twins are back and you might not be able to keep up with them."

"Uh, not those two idiots. I'm fine with them being related to you but in all honesty I'm good to let them find their mate... mates?... do they get one each or one for the pair of them? See that's always confused me..."

"She's nervous mum." She giggles.

"She's rambling, it's her tell-tale sign." Spencer stands up and walks over to me whilst I'm in a ramble about mates. She places her hands on my shoulders and spins me around to the mirror. "Stop overthinking it, Ny. Just have fun."

She kisses my forehead in the motherly way, like she always did. Though my mum was never really around in my teenage years growing up, Spencer took me in and treated me like her own. She helped a lot when I needed that motherly advice. Spencer looked herself in the mirror and adjusted her crown on her head and then adjusted Clara's

The seamstress walked back over to me and finished off the dress that was made perfectly for me. The forest green tulle flowed down and under my breasts that tied around my waist. The v-neckline was deep and gathered to my back to be covered. My shoulders were exposed and my small amount of cleavage was on display. It reminded me of a dress I saw an actress wear. The tulle skirt fell to the ground and I had to pick it up to not tread on it.

I gave myself a once over before grabbing the last of my jewellery pieces like a silver bangle and a small set of silver star studs that had small chains dangling down. I eyed my delicate necklace instead of the usual pendant that I usually wear with other charms. The delicate necklace was a star; simple, silver and sweet.

My hair wasn't fancy but in a low messy bun with wavy curls and a few strands hanging.

I took a deep breath in and then walked out of my bedroom. Picking up the skirt, my heels clapped the flooring as I made my way through the palace walls. I felt my heart beat go faster every step I took. I was almost dreading this moment and I didn't understand why I was feeling like this.

I grew up with galas and balls, many party's and gatherings. But something about tonight was making me more nervous than anything. The only thing I could put it on was the fact that tonight Conri might find his mate and I'd have to make the bold step. A gigantic leap more like it. To move on. It was inevitable. It had to happen.

I stood at the top of the grand staircase, right above the ballroom that I had to enter. My eyes followed the crowd and I smiled at the sight of him. Conri stood in the crowd, wearing his royal attire. We made eye contact and the moment we did, his face changed from a smile to a look in awe. I stood there, smiling back as my eyes continued to scan the ballroom below.