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He said this and walked out, his retreating form leaving the room. Hours later, after we had freshened up, Luca and Killain were having a meeting while I was left with a maid. She didn’t recognize me, so I guess that was a plus. Bored, I decided to take an evening stroll when I bumped into the one person I hate the most—Korra. She glared at me like I had grown two heads as I took in her simple chiffon blue dress and white gloves. She looked stunned, as if wondering where I had fallen from. Well… newsflash: I didn’t give a damn, and her expression was priceless.

The thick layer of mountain mud was gone, but the scars on her face were as red and angry as ever, and she still wore her leather armor like a second skin. "It’s the wolf in me, Sora," I said, smoothed down the front of my dress. It was a deep, velvet green, the color of the pine needles in the heart of the Blackwood forest. It was heavy, warm, and far too expensive for a woman who had spent the last month sleeping on stone floors. "Besides, Killian doesn't seem to mind the smell." Sora snorted, walking into the room with that silent, predatory grace that made the Ghost Pack so terrifying. She stopped in front of me, her good eye scanning my face. She reached out, her rough, calloused thumb

I query as I watch my niece work, her nimble hands floating along the brightly gleaming bronze as she adjusts knobs and tightens screws. “Ursa’s source is still trying to contact Aunt Ona,” Kora mumbles around a tool clutched between her teeth as she makes a few more adjustments to a new suit she’s been crafting for Orion. “She won’t be back until after daybreak,” she groans. “She’s with her…companion.”

Kora checked herself in the mirror one more time, making sure that the demure image she was portraying really stood out. Instead of her usual red lipstick and heavy makeup, she opted to wear a natural look to show off her rosy cheeks. And she wore a flowy and simple sage dress with long sleeves. “Being sultry doesn’t seem to get anything more than a flirty comment from him. Maybe I’ll get a better reaction with this,” she told herself as she smiled at the reflection. This always worked when she wanted to tap into some of the men’s overprotectiveness and bravado.

She made sure the price was affordable and the restaurant wasn't too fancy before telling Cole it was her pick. Anne thought her choice was okay, Daniella had thought it was bland and boring. So, there stood Korina, she was presently in front of a mirror, a dark coloured short mermaid gown adorned her body fitting to it like a glove, her dreads were let down, she decided against makeup and opted for simple black wages for her feet. I look good, She complimented herself while doing a 360 degree turn in front of the mirror. She took one more look at herself and nodded in pure fulfillment at her appearance, grabbed a coat and headed out the door.

“Oh, come on. You can’t pretend you don’t care. He’s been watching you for days, Korra.” “He’s my commander,” Korra muttered, though her stomach fluttered at the mention of his name. “He watches everyone.” “Sure,” Mara teased, “and the moon only rises once a year.” She held up a dress of pale gray silk. “Wear this, it will match your eyes.” Korra hesitated, her fingertips brushing over the fabric. “I can’t wear something like that…” “You can,” Mara insisted. “And you will. The pack already talks about you, so you might as well give them something worth talking about.”

the journalist replied, returning the smile and feeling immediately at ease. The young Kora's long light brown hair was tied upwards with a braid up over her head, and minimal makeup on her face enhanced her gentle, Mediterranean features: two large, brown, almost dark green eyes, a small nose and full lips, gently wrapped in red lipstick, which recalled her dress. Her clothing was also less luxurious in the giant hall, filled with celebrities: it was a long red evening gown with an important neckline at the height of her uncovered shoulders, which hinted at her well-proportioned and trained physique, despite sitting position.

When we broke apart, both breathing hard, he pressed his forehead against mine. " Get dressed," he said roughly." Show them what a Luna looks like." Maya arrived with clothes that made me stare. Instead of training leathers, she brought a dress. But not the simple tunics I had seen other pack females wear. This was battle armour disguised as a formal dress.

I snarled, my chest rising and falling in quick succession. Now left to ourselves, I crossed my hands on my chest, staring into space as anger coursed through my veins. “Sit, let me do the finishing touches.” Kora said and without making any fuss, I did as she had said. While I sulked, Kora fastened the last button on the elegant white gown. The dress was stunning, lace detailing, an open-back design, and a fit that hugged my body in all the right places. Any other woman might have felt like a princess at this moment.

It just sniffled. Nathan’s eyes narrowed, a confused look flashed on his face. "Did he just admit her as his master? Impossible." Besides, she was wearing a red dress. That colour, triggers Kora's beast nature and so it was a taboo to wear red while coming to the ancestral quarters. Why was she wearing red? Where did she get that dress? And why wasn't the beast attacking her? Many questions swirled intonhis mind. Though he was relieved that she was safe, he couldn't shake off the unbelievable things unfolding before him.