Elara
I was dressed in a cream-white gown and had done my hair and makeup to perfection. It is the day of our engagement party. I am nervous.
" Hi, sweetheart. Are you ready?" My father asks. I look up to him and nod. I stand up from my vanity table as he approaches my bedroom. I smile at him, and he gives me a charming smile back. My father is so good-looking. One might think he's still thirty-five. Werewolves age slowly.
" So handsome," I caress his stubble beard. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it.
" You're even more beautiful," he tells me. " Elara, I love you so much,"
I know that. I am his little girl. His only daughter.
" I love you, too."
No sooner had he left than the door opened. This time, it was my two best friends, Brendon and Solena, who entered. They wer
