Elouise’s POV
The dress was red, hanging in front of me like a violent taunt and reminding me of my submission. It was red like the blood spilled between the Silver Tail and Blood Moon pack that lead to me wearing it, red like the moon this pack was founded under, red like the flames I’ll meet if I fail tonight.
I pulled the dress from the hanger and tugged it onto my body. My leg popped out of the slit that I forgot it had whilst my other foot stood on the bottom of the fabric and nearly made me fall. Once I pulled the spaghetti straps up to my shoulders, I moved to put on the nude heels and then walked to the mirror.
The dress sat on me the same way it did in the shop, just less puddled at the floor since I was now a few inches taller. It was simple with no design or pattern
