Chapter 6 – Hearts dancing

Dominic’s P.O.V

“I hate formal”, I huffed as I get out the shower, I wipe my body down and style my hair a little combed over, too combed over is not my style. I put my cologne on and slip my crisp white shirt on and my black suit follows, I adjust my cufflinks and sleeves now for the tie. I have no idea why my mother picked out a blood red tie for me, maybe to celebrate the power the blood moon gave us last week, many of our young pack members shifted successfully under my leadership. I put my tie on and feeling satisfied I head down to the great hall, put on my mask, and start mingling with the guests that have already arrived. Just then the doors open and I feel Striker stir in me, the hairs on my skin rise giving me goosebumps as the most intoxicating scent hits my nose the smell of a woodsy scent mixed with a subtle hint of jasmine, my head snaps in the direction of the scent and I see the most beautiful sight, like the moon goddess herself has sent her own child down to the earth