10

The unrest between the packs did not inspire confidence. Dad was right when he said there was no way the Eleventh Pack could defend against a full attack by something like the Fourth or Fifth packs, or gods forbid, the First Pack. That thought sent a shiver of fear through me. I would do whatever was necessary to make sure we were strong enough to fend off an attack.

“Kira, sweetie, do you want to go practice on your hair and makeup for tomorrow?” Mom asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah,” Zoe said with a smile. “I’ve got some ideas. When I’m done with you, Jayson will want to rip your clothes off.”

Dad grimaced and walked away. “My cue to leave,” he said over his shoulder.

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s give it a shot.”

I followed my mother and Zoe back into my room. I wasn’t excited about the mating ceremony at all. Jayson was fine, but not who I’d have chosen for myself—not by a long shot. All I could do was put the worry out of my mind and let Mom and Zoe fuss over me. Tomorrow wou