The Devil in love

Chapter 2

October 31, 2019, 

20h30, 30 minutes before the party

Awen was all dressed, her make-up was done and her accessories, on place. She loved Halloween time, and this year, she decided to be very imaginative ; she disguised herself as... A witch.

'And THIS is what you call being imaginative, huh ?'  Ruby, her wolf, laughed in her subconcious. 

'Of course ! I am a real witch, so it's the perfect disguise, Ruby. What would have you choose, can you tell me ?'  Awen responded, irritated.

'I would have disguised myself as a ghost, duh.' 

'Oh my Goddess !  What a brilliant idea ! You are a genius, Ru.'

'Really ? You think so ?' Asked the wolf, running in circles with her tongue out like a dog. 

'No.'  

She heard her wolf snarl at her and then turning off the communication between them. Looking at herself in the mirror in the room, Awen was satisfied. She was wearing a black, long dress, the body showing her curves and the skirt going wide. The body was decorated in the center with red velvet and golden thread, and her hair were done in a messy side braid. 

Dark eye shadows on the eyes, and dark red on the lips. With her light skin, she looked gorgeous, and she was practically ready. She went inside her closet and found her mother's ritaul cape. She attached it on her neck and put the hood on, so no one could see or recognize her. 

She then went to the reception hall, and hid herself somewhere she could see everything without anybody seeing her. She did that to make an entrance for the speech she prepared, but she also wanted to check if everything was perfect, being a control freak. 

The guests' list was written in an alphabetical order, and the guests were specifically asked to come in that same order. After verifying that damn list over and over again, it was pretty much obvious that Awen knew it perfectly.

She would appear to the guest only when she would step on the stage for her last speech. Otherwise, the guests should search for her if they wished to talk to her one last time. 

- Miss Wolf, what a pleasure to see you  here ! 

When she heard that particularly disgusting voice behind her, she could not help a shiver of disgust running down her spine. Then, she remembered that she didn't have to Watch her behaviour anymore, as it will be removed of every guest's memory at the end of the  night.

- Good evening, Peter. It is my reception, I shall be there. Don't you think ? 

Peter Krause was a German partner, who made some millions in the oïl industry. He likes - no, loves - to spend any penny he has in the furutistic car projects of the F.T.C. 

- Miss Wolf, would you like to follow me in a more… Intimate room ? I would like to talk business with you. Said that gross fat oily Peter, winking at Awen. 

- Of course, Peter. Come this way, please.

Awen is not the type to judge people based on their physical caracteristics, but when a human is as gross outside as well as inside, she can't help herself ; Krause was a disgusting mysoginistic man that thought so low of wemen as to try to touch them anywhere at anytime of the day. She listened to the girls who were his victims, and swore that she will make him pay. And the day has arrived ; Awen Fox will punish the gross Peter Krause, the most hated man in the whole F.T.C.  

She lead him to an isolated room, gloating at the mer thought of the punishment she prepared.

 Awen is a perfect mix between a ferocious wolf and a powerful witch ; both having natural instincts of protection over their people. And even if she likes to play pranks on her employees, she considers them as her people. 

And she will protect them.