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She was probably shocked that I had the balls to insult the all so dangerous vampire prince. Well news flash people, Domenic Darkshadow is the biggest jerk I've ever been cursed to see and that's just a fact. He shouldn't worry though, I'm going to teach him a lesson he's never gonna forget for the rest of his life. After a bath, I was dressed in much more fancy clothes. A white long gown with a slit that came all the way to my mid thigh. Sarah dressed my hair to the best of my ability, and I had no choice but to ask Lysander.

Lia. She stood at the center of the room, draped in a gown that seemed more like a warning than attire. Midnight black velvet clung to her frame, slit dangerously high on one side, the neckline daring, sharp as a blade. Her hair was pinned back, a crown of obsidian stones resting against it not of royalty, but of conquest. She wasn’t dressed as a bride anymore. She was dressed as a ruler, the kind that could smile while plotting your downfall.

“Kaida. Many of the pack members are yet to see you in person; in the Outpost, some might not even know you—especially the Nightshade members and… You don’t dress like a queen—no offense, I like your choice of clothes, but you get what I mean.” “None taken. I think it is better this way; if they don’t know me, it’s easier to blend. I need to see how the Dawn members are settling with this… ‘change.’” . I was dressed in a plain brown gown; the only good thing about this dress was the hood attached to it.

With that thought, I left both of them and headed towards the villa. I rummaged through the contents of the two paper bags that Lideon gave me. One was a black and silver cocktail dress, while the other one was black shoes. I didn't want to go to the bathroom to take a shower. I was wearing a white robe when I did my make-up after showering. I did something simple on the face, just to put color on it. I rolled my hair up into a messy bun and tied it with silver pins.

Two burly bodyguards in black suits, faces set in stern lines, followed suit. "Who's she? Do you know her?" Howard leaned in, curiosity piqued as he nudged Shylah. Truth be told, Shylah's own striking features and aura held their own against the newcomer. However, Shylah's taste for warrior's garb over gowns meant she blended into the background more than the lady in green.

Leesa stood with her back to her mirror, her head twisted around so she could check out her outfit from the back. The tapered tail of her new black silk shirt was long enough to easily cover her butt, yet the V-cut on the sides revealed plenty of her long legs. The black leather boots and the tight dark red leggings really did make her legs look hot. The diamond pattern on the leggings looked good, too, though Cali was right—hearts really would have been perfect for tonight. Considering that the outfit had cost her less than fifteen dollars—not counting the boots, which she already owned—she certainly couldn’t complain.

Elena pushed the heavy armored door open, stepping down into the cold morning wind of the Nightshade square. The moment her boots hit the stones, a collective gasp rippled through the ranks of the Nightshade pack. The broken, naked girl they had watched being dragged away in chains just days ago was completely gone. Elena stood tall, clad in sleek, dark tactical leather that emphasized her powerful, shifted stance. The silver light of her Moonlight wolf pulsed subtly beneath her skin, giving her long brown hair an ethereal, shimmering quality under the morning sun. She looked less like an exile and more like an invading conqueror.

My blood runs hot for the first time in months. “What about me?” Eliora stands up from the couch. She pushes her face right into the camera lens. “What do I get to wear?” Zaria smiles. It is a dangerous, sharp expression. “You are the Shadow Envoy. You get the Shadow of the Moonwolf cloak. You will look like a ghost moving through the dark. Total terror. Total beauty.” Leif steps up behind me. He leans into the camera frame and flashes his teeth. “Zaria, darling,” Leif says. His voice is smooth, like oil. “You have a massive festival and you do not invite your favourite award winning actor? I am hurt. I should be your chief ceremonial guardian.”