VALORIA WILDEROSE
Elodie adds the final touches to the french braided hair pulling away to look at my expression to gauge if I like it.
I force a smile as I have been all night hiding the fact that I'm still being tortured from my last kiss with Azrael.
Still confused and miserable from thoughts that he might not find me as desirable as before.
Which is why they must never find out.
We've been dressing up for hours like a bunch of teenagers heading out for a party, swapping lipsticks and eyeliners, trying every outfit possible until we wind up at the perfect one.
We're all dressed in white for the festival, mimicking the moon's glow and in as little fabric as possible for easy shifting which is what most of tonight will be about.
Shifting and running into the woods, embracing our wolf halves given to us by the goddess for an entire night.
