Raelyn’s POV
I feel like I’ve been poked and prodded to within an inch of my life, my eyebrows are still slightly sore from Mary-Anne attacking me with some tweezers.
I’m sat in the passenger seat of Mr Sparks vehicle, dressed in a sleeveless crushed velvet green dress, a black hooded faux fur cropped jacket over the top to keep me warm and hide me from the Moon until I’m in position in the woods. I still don’t think all this is necessary, but with how excited Mary-Anne was and how much she helped me, I couldn’t bring myself to argue with tradition and took the coat with a thank you.
I watch as the lights from the pack house come closer, fidgeting in my seat as Mr Sparks follows the road slowly.
‘You’ll be fine love’ Isaac’s father murmurs comfortingly, ‘worst part is sitting in the da
