Canna P.O.V.
We made our way over to the bar to get something to drink before the event started. My sister chatted with the bartender, ordering our drinks, while I scanned the crowd for any sign of the mysterious man from earlier. Then I observed him entering the ballroom drenched, as if he had just emerged from the rain. He looked even more handsome than before, with his blond hair slicked back from his face and his sea-blue eyes sparkling in the light.
But before he could enter the ballroom, I noticed, the brown-haired hunk with piercing blue eyes from school and the mall, grab him around the shoulders and pull him aside. They spoke briefly, their voices too low for me to hear, and then the brown-haired man led the other man up the stairs, and they disappeared from view.
After getting our drinks, we made our way back to the ballroom. As we entered, my breath caught in my throat at the sheer grandeur of the place. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries that seemed to come alive in the flickering candlelight, and the chandeliers sparkled like diamonds in the dimly lit room.
People were milling about, laughing and chatting, their voices blending together in a symphony of sound. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and cologne, each fragrance vying for attention in a heady mix of sensuality and elegance. We made our way through the throngs of people toward our table, which was reserved with our names right in the middle of the ballroom. The table was empty, and I wondered if our parents were still busy speaking to everyone.
As my sister and I took our seats, we looked around the room, trying to spot our parents in the sea of faces. But they were nowhere to be seen, and I wondered if they had forgotten about us in the excitement of the event. Resting my elbows on the table, I noticed a black costume mask lying in front of me. I looked around and saw that everyone's table had one. I picked it up, turned it over in my hands, and examined it closely.
"I wonder what this is for," I said to my sister, raising my hand with the mask in it.
She shrugged. "I don't know. Perhaps it's part of the dress code for the event."
I heard a voice from behind me and turned around to see my mother approaching our table. "Here you are," she said with a smile.
"Yes, we're waiting for you guys," my sister mumbled from the other side of the table.
"Your dad is on his way," my mother said as she took her seat. "The event is starting any minute now."
As we waited for my father to arrive, my sister pointed to the costume mask in front of her. "What is this for?" she asked my mother.
"That's for everyone to wear as soon as the event starts," my mother explained. "It's part of the dress code. And then you only remove it when the event is done."
I picked up my own mask, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. I had never been to an event like this before, and the idea of wearing a mask only added to the sense of mystery and intrigue surrounding the night. As I tried to fit the mask on, I felt a sharp pinch on the side of my head. "Ow," I muttered, rubbing my temple with the palm of my hand. It was the strap of the mask that had broken and snapped against my skin.
Feeling embarrassed, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed my mishap. And that's when I saw the brown-haired hunk from earlier, laughing at me from across the room. My face turned red with embarrassment as I realized he had seen me making a fool of myself. I quickly looked away, pretending not to notice him. After what seemed like an eternity, my father finally returned to the table. "You can put on your masks now," he instructed, gesturing to the masks that were lying in front of us.
"Dad, mine broke," I said, holding up the broken mask for him to see.
"What the fuck did you do?" he asked, shaking his head in exasperation. But then, seeing the disappointment on my face, he softened. "Here, take mine," he said, handing me his mask. Gratefully, I took the mask from him and placed it over my face, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me as the lights in the room began to dim. Suddenly, a voice came over the speakers from the front of the room, and I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me.
"Where are you going?" my dad asked as I got up from the table.
"I'm just going to the restroom," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious about having to leave the table.
I tried to hurry up, not wanting to be in the way of everyone sitting at the tables behind us. As I walked by, I could feel their eyes on me, and I couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. Finally, I reached the restroom and pushed open the door, grateful for the moment of privacy. As I stood in front of the mirror, I stared at myself, taking in the sight of my mask-covered face and the fancy clothes I was wearing.
After I finished using the restroom, I washed my hands and took a moment to enjoy the soft music that was playing from the speakers on the roof. The music was soothing, and it helped to calm my nerves as I prepared to return to the ballroom and rejoin my family for the rest of the evening.
Lost in my own thoughts and the soothing music playing overhead, I opened the door and walked right into the brown-haired hunk. Because he was so muscular, I felt as if I had walked into a brick wall, and I stumbled backward while muttering "Fuck" under my breath. As I looked up at him, I found myself lost in his piercing gaze. He didn't say a word, but instead, he gently pushed me back into the restroom and locked the door behind him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, feeling a sense of panic rising in my chest as he slowly started walking towards me. With every step he took forward, I took a step back, until I found myself backed up against the wall with nowhere left to go. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he towered over me, his eyes locked onto mine.
Canna P.O.V.My heart was pounding in my chest as my father's words echoed in my mind. The thought of attracting other werewolves with my scent was both thrilling and terrifying. But deep down, I craved more than just a mate. I yearned for passion, for desire, for a love that would consume me whole. And as he pressed me against the wall, his hands resting on either side of my head, I couldn't help but feel my body respond to his touch. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending shivers down my spine.My body was aching with desire as his lips crashed onto mine, igniting a fire that burned deep within me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched my own. I moaned softly as his hands roamed over my body, sending electric shocks of pleasure down my spine. With each touch, I noticed that I was losing myself more and more in the moment and the growing passion between us. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat radiating off of h
Canna P.O.V.A few Months Later.After the day’s training, my father and I made our way down to the bunker for the last time. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from the flickering candles against the wall. The darkness seemed to swallow us whole. The sound of my voice echoed through the small space, making me feel small and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of chains slamming against one another as my father pulled them to check if they were tight enough. The metallic sound filled the bunker and added to the growing sense of dread that was building inside me. I tried to push the fear away, knowing that I had to be strong for what was to come. The thought of the transition filled me with both excitement and fear, but I knew that I had to face it head-on. My father's reassuring presence gave me some comfort, but I knew that the coming days would test me in ways that I couldn't even imagine.The wind howled outside, and the small gaps in the bunker door allowed it to
Canna P.O.V.My mother looked at me skeptically, still concerned about my injury. "Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes fixed on my finger. I nodded, pulling my finger out of my mouth to show her. "See, I'm fine," I said, holding up my finger to demonstrate. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I examined the cut. It was strange that the bleeding had stopped so suddenly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "That's weird," I muttered under my breath, "it's not bleeding anymore." I lifted my finger to show my mother, but all I felt was a numb sensation. How could a deep cut just stop bleeding like that?My father's worried expression only added to my growing sense of unease. "We should get your training done as soon as possible," he said, his tone serious. He knew that something was going on, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at his words.After finishing my meal, I quickly got up from the table and offered to help my mother with the dish
Canna P.O.V.Being a human and the daughter of an Alpha, I have no choice in where we relocate. Growing up in a bustling metropolis with recognizable buildings all around, our recent move to a small city nestled among the trees of an expansive forest was quite a change. Delhi is now unrecognizable compared to the big city that I once called home. Until now, I had never considered becoming a werewolf, but this new environment has me thinking differently.Hi, I'm Canna. In a few months, I'll be 18 and ready to shift. I can already feel the excitement building up inside me as I think about the transformation that's about to take place in a few months. I'm so eager to see what kind of wolf I'll become!As a female werewolf, it's natural for me to worry about how I will look. But I know that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes and that being a werewolf is about more than just appearance. It's about strength, agility, and resilience.With my Red hair, and blue eyes, and athletic build, I c
Canna P.O.V.We made our way over to the school, and my dad was driving faster than usual. The rain was coming down harder now, and the windshield wipers were working overtime. I was relieved when we finally pulled up to the school, but my dad was still in a rush to get to work. He shouted for us to hurry up and get out of the car, and we quickly grabbed our backpacks and ran toward the school entrance.As we arrived at the door, the bell rang, and I knew that we had just made it in time. I took a deep breath and walked into the school, feeling grateful to have made it on time. The moment we stepped into the school building, it felt like time stood still. It was as if we had walked into a movie scene, and everything around us was in slow motion. All eyes were on us, and I could feel the weight of their stares on my skin. My sister let out a nervous chuckle, and I could tell she was just as uncomfortable as I was. I tried to keep my head down and make my way through the hallway, but I
Canna P.O.V.As I woke up to the sound of thunder growling over the city, I quickly put on my coat and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, craving a hot cup of coffee to start my day. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother already busy brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma of the coffee beans filled the kitchen, making my mouth water. I greeted my mother with a cheerful "Morning Mom," to which she replied with a warm smile and a "Morning Canna." She knew that coffee was always at the top of my to-do list every morning. My mother carefully took out a clean cup from the cabinet in front of her, knowing that I preferred my coffee in a particular mug. She then poured the hot coffee into the cup, and I could see the steam rising from the cup, making it look even more inviting. I took a sip of the coffee, and it was just as perfect as I had anticipated. The thunder may still be growling outside, but the warmth of the coffee and the comfort of my mother's presence made me feel at ea
Canna P.O.V.As soon as my sister and I entered the front door, we were greeted by the sound of our mother's voice. "Where have you been?" she asked, looking flustered. "You have to get ready for the party. It's only an hour until we leave."I took a deep breath and said, "Hi Mom, we were just at the mall to get something nice to wear for the party." My mother just nodded, looking relieved that we had finally returned. But there was a sense of urgency in her tone."Well, get ready then," she said, already walking up the stairs. "We don't have much time left." I watched her go, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. Something was off about this whole situation, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As I made my way up to my room, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Why was my mother so anxious about this party? I knew that my father's return to Delhi had been a big deal, but I had no idea that it would involve such a lavish gathering.I hastily jumped in the s
Canna P.O.V.My mother looked at me skeptically, still concerned about my injury. "Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes fixed on my finger. I nodded, pulling my finger out of my mouth to show her. "See, I'm fine," I said, holding up my finger to demonstrate. However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I examined the cut. It was strange that the bleeding had stopped so suddenly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "That's weird," I muttered under my breath, "it's not bleeding anymore." I lifted my finger to show my mother, but all I felt was a numb sensation. How could a deep cut just stop bleeding like that?My father's worried expression only added to my growing sense of unease. "We should get your training done as soon as possible," he said, his tone serious. He knew that something was going on, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at his words.After finishing my meal, I quickly got up from the table and offered to help my mother with the dish
Canna P.O.V.A few Months Later.After the day’s training, my father and I made our way down to the bunker for the last time. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from the flickering candles against the wall. The darkness seemed to swallow us whole. The sound of my voice echoed through the small space, making me feel small and vulnerable. I could hear the sound of chains slamming against one another as my father pulled them to check if they were tight enough. The metallic sound filled the bunker and added to the growing sense of dread that was building inside me. I tried to push the fear away, knowing that I had to be strong for what was to come. The thought of the transition filled me with both excitement and fear, but I knew that I had to face it head-on. My father's reassuring presence gave me some comfort, but I knew that the coming days would test me in ways that I couldn't even imagine.The wind howled outside, and the small gaps in the bunker door allowed it to
Canna P.O.V.My heart was pounding in my chest as my father's words echoed in my mind. The thought of attracting other werewolves with my scent was both thrilling and terrifying. But deep down, I craved more than just a mate. I yearned for passion, for desire, for a love that would consume me whole. And as he pressed me against the wall, his hands resting on either side of my head, I couldn't help but feel my body respond to his touch. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending shivers down my spine.My body was aching with desire as his lips crashed onto mine, igniting a fire that burned deep within me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched my own. I moaned softly as his hands roamed over my body, sending electric shocks of pleasure down my spine. With each touch, I noticed that I was losing myself more and more in the moment and the growing passion between us. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat radiating off of h
Canna P.O.V.We made our way over to the bar to get something to drink before the event started. My sister chatted with the bartender, ordering our drinks, while I scanned the crowd for any sign of the mysterious man from earlier. Then I observed him entering the ballroom drenched, as if he had just emerged from the rain. He looked even more handsome than before, with his blond hair slicked back from his face and his sea-blue eyes sparkling in the light.But before he could enter the ballroom, I noticed, the brown-haired hunk with piercing blue eyes from school and the mall, grab him around the shoulders and pull him aside. They spoke briefly, their voices too low for me to hear, and then the brown-haired man led the other man up the stairs, and they disappeared from view.After getting our drinks, we made our way back to the ballroom. As we entered, my breath caught in my throat at the sheer grandeur of the place. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries that seemed to come a
Canna P.O.V.As soon as my sister and I entered the front door, we were greeted by the sound of our mother's voice. "Where have you been?" she asked, looking flustered. "You have to get ready for the party. It's only an hour until we leave."I took a deep breath and said, "Hi Mom, we were just at the mall to get something nice to wear for the party." My mother just nodded, looking relieved that we had finally returned. But there was a sense of urgency in her tone."Well, get ready then," she said, already walking up the stairs. "We don't have much time left." I watched her go, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. Something was off about this whole situation, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As I made my way up to my room, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Why was my mother so anxious about this party? I knew that my father's return to Delhi had been a big deal, but I had no idea that it would involve such a lavish gathering.I hastily jumped in the s
Canna P.O.V.As I woke up to the sound of thunder growling over the city, I quickly put on my coat and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, craving a hot cup of coffee to start my day. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my mother already busy brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The aroma of the coffee beans filled the kitchen, making my mouth water. I greeted my mother with a cheerful "Morning Mom," to which she replied with a warm smile and a "Morning Canna." She knew that coffee was always at the top of my to-do list every morning. My mother carefully took out a clean cup from the cabinet in front of her, knowing that I preferred my coffee in a particular mug. She then poured the hot coffee into the cup, and I could see the steam rising from the cup, making it look even more inviting. I took a sip of the coffee, and it was just as perfect as I had anticipated. The thunder may still be growling outside, but the warmth of the coffee and the comfort of my mother's presence made me feel at ea
Canna P.O.V.We made our way over to the school, and my dad was driving faster than usual. The rain was coming down harder now, and the windshield wipers were working overtime. I was relieved when we finally pulled up to the school, but my dad was still in a rush to get to work. He shouted for us to hurry up and get out of the car, and we quickly grabbed our backpacks and ran toward the school entrance.As we arrived at the door, the bell rang, and I knew that we had just made it in time. I took a deep breath and walked into the school, feeling grateful to have made it on time. The moment we stepped into the school building, it felt like time stood still. It was as if we had walked into a movie scene, and everything around us was in slow motion. All eyes were on us, and I could feel the weight of their stares on my skin. My sister let out a nervous chuckle, and I could tell she was just as uncomfortable as I was. I tried to keep my head down and make my way through the hallway, but I
Canna P.O.V.Being a human and the daughter of an Alpha, I have no choice in where we relocate. Growing up in a bustling metropolis with recognizable buildings all around, our recent move to a small city nestled among the trees of an expansive forest was quite a change. Delhi is now unrecognizable compared to the big city that I once called home. Until now, I had never considered becoming a werewolf, but this new environment has me thinking differently.Hi, I'm Canna. In a few months, I'll be 18 and ready to shift. I can already feel the excitement building up inside me as I think about the transformation that's about to take place in a few months. I'm so eager to see what kind of wolf I'll become!As a female werewolf, it's natural for me to worry about how I will look. But I know that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes and that being a werewolf is about more than just appearance. It's about strength, agility, and resilience.With my Red hair, and blue eyes, and athletic build, I c