7 | Cleo

Elena POV

After hours of being shaved, plucked, waxed, pinned, and tucked, hair, and make-up finished, I am finally done. As I look in the mirror, I feel overwhelmed by the person looking back at me yet again. My eyes seem to glow more brown than green under the smokey eyeshadow. My lips are painted with a deeper pink that accentuates my eye shadow and golden skin. My hair is smooth and curled, falling in soft waves down my back. I think my favorite part though is my dress. It's a deep purple color and is made from velvet which pools around my feet like a liquid lake of the purest amethyst with a slit on both sides running up to my hips. When I walk it waterfalls around me in the most beautiful rhythm. It also has a halter neckline which has a cuff around my neck and drops into a low back that rests right above my low back. It hugs my body perfectly and accentuates all my curves. 

"You look like an a****n," Quinn says from behind me.

She is dressed in a simple green satin dress with a deep v in the front and back that reaches almost to her belly button, thin dainty straps, and a slit up the side. Her hair is in a voluminous ponytail which accents her high cheekbones and full lips. Her makeup is simple but she has a cat eye that brings out the blue in her eyes. 

"Speak for yourself," I say back. "Who knows? Maybe you'll be the one to find your mate tonight."

Quinn turned 18 two months ago and even though she doesn't say it, I know she is really looking forward to meeting her mate. The air becomes a little heavier as I see a shadow of sadness pass across her face.

She claps her hands and rubs them together, something I know she does when her emotions get overhwhelming. "Well whoever he is, he better hurry up and find me," she laughs. "Maybe he'll be a big, sexy alpha. Who knows?"

I can't help but laugh at her. Maybe this night won't be so bad after all. 

I head downstairs to grab my purse and keys when my head feels like it's splitting open again. There is no more tylenol left since I've taken the rest of the bottle. Medication doesn't effect werewolves the same way it does humans so we usually have to take a lot for it to work on us. I was hoping it would last longer than this though.

I'm about to ask Quinn if she has any tylenol with her when my head starts ringing and I hear a melodic voice pour through my mind. 

"Hello Elena, my name is Cleo and I'm your wolf."

"OH MY GOD!!" I squeal so loud, headache long forgotten. "I can't believe you're finally here," I scream into the living room.

Quinn comes running into the living room looking ready to attack at my outburst but I just point to my head hoping she'll understand what I am trying to communicate. 

"I have been waiting a long time to meet you Elena, we are destined for something special. I can feel it."

"Really? How long?" I ask her.

I can hear and feel her laugh vibrate through my head which makes me smile, "I am one of the oldest wolf spirits left. I was among the first spirits the Moon Goddess, Selene created and have seen many things during my time on Earth and been part of many great events that have happened through our history. I wonder what she has sent me to be part of now."

"I am so honored you are my wolf, Cleo." I say back to her. 

"And I am honored you are my human, Elena. I can see your heart and it's pure. I understand why the Moon Goddess chose you as my human."

I refocus on my surroundings to see Quinn staring at me expectantly. "So, did you meet your wolf?" 

"Yes I did, and she's amazing!" I almost laugh at her giddy expression as I jump up and down.

"I am so happy for you Elena. You're starting a new beginning, a BETTER beginning. Nobody deserves it more than you."

I stare at her through watery eyes and all I can manage is a smile. She's right, I think to myself. Everything is about to change.