Uncontrollable longing

The day of Darkfall’s Floral Party finally came, three days after Eleanor’s arrival at the pack. From what she had gathered, it was one of the biggest annual events at the pack.

She had been to many parties at other packs before, but never to one at Darkfall. Also, she had never been to one in a personal capacity. It was always as Blackstorm’s Luna, representing her pack’s interests.

She wore a white velvet gown, one of the dresses she had found in the closet when she first arrived. The dress had a V-neckline and was sleeveless, fitting her upper body and flaring at her knees. She wore a gold drop necklace that settled in the middle of her chest and matching gold stud earrings. On her feet, she wore white heels to match the dress.

The party was being held in Darkfall’s ballroom. The room was large enough to hold dozens of guests. As she walked into the room, Eleanor tried to reach out to her wolf. She didn’t like the idea of being surrounded by strange werewolves without her wolf. It