Emily's POV
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the girl staring back at me. Gone was the awkward, frizzy-haired hybrid who used to hide in oversized hoodies. In her place stood... well, a freaking werewolf princess, apparently.
"Holy crap," I breathed, turning slowly to take in the full effect. "Arya, I think you might actually be a wizard."
My best friend grinned, looking incredibly pleased with herself. "I told you to trust the process. Now you look like the badass luna-to-be that you are."
The dress Arya had somehow conjured up (and I was seriously starting to suspect she know more about magic than me) was a masterpiece. It flowed like liquid moonlight, the silver fabric shimmering with every movement. Delicate embroidery in threads of gold and p
