Rogue Circus

The Preparation

                                                                                  *Nico POV*

    I was woken up from my fitful night of sleep by being shaken awake by Marcel. When I finally opened up my eyes to him his face was full of concern and nerves but as always he looked confident. I knew he was worried about where I would be Sorted.

  “Get ready and no matter what DO NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP!” Marcel shouted at me

“Yeah yeah time to prove my worth!” I yell sarcastically as I head to the shower.

Knowing I don't have much time to day dream in the shower like usual I finish up quickly and head to my wardrobe looking through my clothes. We will be expected to do some training exercises so nothing too fancy but I still like to look good. As I look through my clothes my wolf Gracie rolls her eyes in my head

    -Why does this take you so long! You only wear 3 colors and they all match- gracie

        Huffs in frustration at me

    -Well actually gracie this green and this green don't actually look good together- 

    She was right though, I only wear shades of green, black and grey. I liked to blend into my surroundings, standing out was the last thing I wanted to do. I settled on a pair of tight skinny back jeans with cargo pockets, a grey tank top with a dark green top that hangs off one shoulder paired with my signature deep red combat boots. I felt good, so I hoped that meant I would test well for my Sorting. When I felt fierce I performed fiercely.

    Moving to the vanity I set to doing my extensive makeup routine.. I’m only kidding. I only ever wore eyeliner in a cat eye style and deep red lipstick. It was the only thing I was able to master, makeup was difficult for me to figure out without my mom. I looked in the mirror at my hair and decided to let it air dry, I knew my natural curls would take over so I wouldn't have to worry. My hair is a dark brown that reaches to my lower back, with a dark red color traveling up to about my shoulders looking like flames engulfing my hair. No one could explain why my hair was naturally this way and I was the only one in my pack or any of the other werewolf packs with hair like this.

    My hair was just one of the things that made me want to separate and go unnoticed. I never wanted to leave my pack, I loved the feeling of the pack they just didn't handle very well. Who can blame them when The Council tells you that different means dangerous? This mentality led to not feeling the most welcomed from some of the pack but it honestly didn't bother me much. I naturally kept to myself any way, besides the packs future leaders, the future alpha and beta seemed to have back. My brother did as well of course so it wasn't too bad. 

    A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. “You better not have fallen back asleep.” my brother growls. I laugh while pulling the door open, “I was just having a hard time picking out my most worthy outfit!” He laughed “Everything you own is the same color? What's there to decide on?” he asked

-I was wondering the same thing-

-Shut up Gracie-

 I growled in my head, she just snickered at me

“Well let's head out, the breakfast is starting soon and I know you need some coffee before the sorting starts.” Marcel mentioned. He was right, I consume an unusual amount of coffee daily. “Yeah an uncaffinated me will NOT be deemed worthy of a good job.” I laugh as we head out the door to the events hall that our pack used for all kinds of large events such as this.