Chapter Three
I grumbled angrily at the wavy dress hanging on my mirror. I loathed it already, but there were no ceremonial pant outfits for us. If this wasn't Helena's big ceremony, I would've thought about gatecrashing it in my regular clothes. But she was already having enough trouble with stares and muttering behind her back, I didn't need to add to it.
"You okay there?" Rachel walked in, her own ceremonial dress hugging her curves in a way that I couldn't pull off.
"Just wish we didn't have to go."
She sighed as she sat down on the bed next to me. "You know that we can't let Nika and Helena go on their own."
"I know. They don't have an army of mates to defend them."
"Sure they do." Rachel pressed a kiss on my cheek. "They have us."
"True. Can you please help me figure out the d
