Birth of the Snow Wolf Pack
‘Aurora, it is time.
The woman was back shaking her gently out of the blackness,
‘These servants have been assigned to get you ready for the ceremony, please let them do their job.’
Over the next hour, she was pampered and primped her hair and make-up were immaculate, and the dress they brought for her was exquisite. It was purest white shot through with silver, a simply cut Elizabethan style that flowed to the floor, the top half was a basque and the servants tugged the laces so tightly she could barely breathe. Her waist was tiny and the dress pushed her breasts up offering them to any male who danced with her that night sewn onto the fabric were hundreds of diamond chips that caught the l
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