Violet
The dress felt too fine against my skin.
I stood still as two attendants fussed over the flowing fabric, adjusting the drape of the sleeves and smoothing out non-existent wrinkles. The pale silver-blue material cascaded down in soft waves, loose and elegant without being restrictive. It felt wrong for me to be dressed so finely, but the older wolves that would be accompanying me insisted.
Astrid supervised from her position near the vanity, her sharp eyes tracking every adjustment the attendants made.
My thoughts drifted despite the activity around me, circling back to that night with Kael.
Something had been wrong.
He'd held me so tightly, almost desperately, as if I might disappear if he loosened his grip. The way he'd buried his face in my hair, the tension in his entire body, the careful way he'd avoided my questions.
'"I am fine, Violet. Just let me hold you for a while."'
