The next few days rushed by in a flurry of meetings; everyone seemed to want Sky, Kayla and Theo to do different things. They didn’t seem to get much time together until they collapsed into bed. Sky was being forced to find a dress to wear and resisting with every ounce of her being. She wanted to be herself; she didn’t want the pack to see her as anything but herself. Eventually, the elders agreed to compromise. Sky designed an elegant cross between a catsuit and a gown for herself; it was loose and flowy around the pants, which gave the impression of a skirt, with a top, almost corseted, covered with diamanté on the front. Spaghetti straps and no sleeves. The material was a striking blood red with streaks of black. Theo would be wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie and Kayla a red dress
