My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Crap really hits the fan in the spring when our annual mating ball happens. It was originally designed for any wolves who are 18 or older, who are unmated, to try and find their mate if they are in the pack. We can’t find our mate until the first full moon following our 18th birthday so if your mate is older or younger you just have to wait to find out. About a decade ago or so, the school council decided that any of the highschoolers could attend the ball too. This basically took the place of our spring dance. I think it was a way for them to get out of having to host and chaperone a high school dance, but that’s just me. Elther way, it has become THE event of the year and come April, was all the girls could talk about.

I honestly could care less. I never had any friends to go to things like this with and I really didn’t like dressing up. I have my dad to thank for that Any time we had to dress up for some event he was required to take both Mateo and I.

He would have me dress a little closer to the queen of

England on a business trip than a young girl. The skirt suit felt like a straight jacket and was not comfortable in any form. So now when I hear “formal’ that is all I can think of.

do with naturally my best friend was obsessed. Sierra had drawings upon drawings of dresses she imagined for this dance. It didn’t even

like or care for my

get an ally. color do you think would look best on Sky, Luna? * All the women had been casually taking about past mating balls and regalling us with their stories. The question

Alpha finally made these training session private. No one saw me take the distracted hit or

What were you thinking?” Luna Ava throws over without bslowing her movements down. Like to conversation was a part of

will be my only year here. I leave this summer to go back home and we can’t miss the “biggest event of the year.” She air quotes the overused tagline. Making a pathetic pouty face to go right along with it. I close my eyes and