GINA
I focused on steadying my breath as I stood in front of the mirror, surrounded by unfamiliar women. I wore a long, tight-bodiced white dress that flowed gracefully to the ground. It didn't quite look like a wedding dress, but it served the part.
A young woman adorned my hair with a crown of white flowers as my hair flowed down to my waist. As I looked in the mirror, the reflection of the bride stared back at me.
Her amber eyes held an unspoken sadness, yet the woman in front of me exuded undeniable strength. I braced myself for what was to come; maybe after all this, my life would be back to normal.
The elderly woman recited the vows I was going to say. I echoed her words, careful not to falter. It wasn’t just a wedding, it was a ceremony to make me the Luna of the werewolf pack. Praya had explained that to me.
Everything about this was strange and hard to comprehend.
The door creaked open, and relief washed over me at the sight of Praya. We have become closer ever since we spent a lot of time together. She gave me comfort in this place.
“You look beautiful,” she said as she observed me with a look of admiration in her eyes.