Ella’s POVNo dress could hide the truth. Beneath the mask, you were still the same wolfless, Ella. I told myself.The three girls stood in a tight cluster near the entrance to the ball room, their expensive gowns shimmering under the lantern light like they had been dipped in liquid gold. Their masks were works of art, feathers, crystals, delicate filigree but mine was a simple scrap of black lace I had sewn myself the night before. And my grandmother’s old gown...This ball wasn’t worth bringing out my grandmother’s dress for, but my mother insisted.“Someone dressed that tackily can get into a mate ball?” one of them asked. The others dissolved into giggles.A hand shot out and blocked my path. It was the ringleader, she was tall, blonde and pretty.Her friends closed in, circling me the way pack wolves circled wounded prey.“Look at her,” the blonde said, eyes sweeping over me with open disgust, “do you think she got this at a garage sale? Or maybe she dug it out of a dumpster?
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