They glow.
I don’t just mean the clothing that they choose to wear, which glimmers like captured starlight. But the witches themselves. Their skin has a pale shimmer that shifts with them as they move--like captured moonlight.
They are absolutely beautiful.
The wolves are equally striking in their way. Everywhere that the witches are bright with magic, the wolves are dark with barely contained energy and potential violence. They are dressed provocatively, many of the women wearing dresses that are barely more than a flap of fabric and a string.
“Well would you look at that,” Rosemary nods towards the entrance. “The Power Couple has returned.”
Looking in the direction she indicates my eyes widen in shock.
I should have known he’d be here. It is, after all, one of the biggest event
