Love Like Poetry

The night was alive with bright, beautiful lights that glowed creating magnificent scenery. Members of the pack gathered around with a look of anticipation on most of their faces, tonight was going to be a memorable one, I was yet to know if it was for good or bad, and other than Damon, not knowing was what I hated the most.

“May the Goddess’s blessings be with you.” The older woman said placing a palm on my forehead gently with a look of fondness on her face as she gazed at me.

I gave her a weak smile in response, I was finding it hard enough to pretend everything was fine. I was currently in one of the rooms in Damon’s house with a few of the oldest women in the pack and the dressmaker, my mother, Marina, and Sophie.

My eyes went to the window as I looked out at the numbers of werewolves in total population, they were quite the number. Was I going to be able to take them all at once? That was my fear, that I didn't have enough time to do what I wanted.

I didn't know what the vampire