and Ammy had barely a second to brace herself before the door was forcefully open

y, hurry! This

ound her shoulders. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow upon the manor and Allen's black

You look ready for bed, a

d, placing her hands on her hips a

I can't believe you are being so cavalier about this. Well, lucky f

oose hair, twirling the ends

appropriate' for me to attend until I'm

amatics and cupped her

hapless alpha. You're too young to marry yet, best to have pity on th

ovement of a shadowed figure in the upstairs hall window, but it disappeared before she could identify its source. The war

ent! This isn't what you are planning on wearing, is it? No matter, Mother wasn't lyi

Society ready. Allen ushered her up the long staircase to the next floor, where the family rooms were, chatting at he

o eat what she could but even she was a small comfort in the face of what was coming. This party would decide the rest of her life. She would either be received well by society under the Will's sponsorship and attract suitors or she would somehow comple

his friends as well? Ammy could only pray that she would meet a nice, innocuous alpha at this party. She only wanted a respectful husband who would give her pups and a warm hearth. Ammy didn't ne

sitting room as Allen passed through to her bedroom. She could hear her moving hurriedly around and she peeked inside at her as she passed the open door to see her bent over, picking

Will's would fight for her to be given back to them so why take all of her things with her? The disappointment s

d set them down in a rush, barely balanced on the edge. Ammy reached out as if in a trance, to lift the glasses up to the flickering light, turning them back and forth, shock

e...Sebestian's

over to the firelight to read the title. She drew in a sharp gasp, her fingers growing lax, and the book started to slip. The book was her favorite, one she had left behind, unwilling to have it fall into her father's grasp. Mo

d you sa

er her shoulders, looking a bit rumpled. She

Sebestian, that is. He says it's quiet, he can think better.

r most precious belongings, her clothes, her books, all the sketches that Allen had given to her of the family were cle

inue to politely ignore her. Perhaps there was no other reason for Sebestian to be in here other than the silence and privacy it offered. Perhaps Ammy was so far beneath Sebestian

om, bouncing on her heels. She clasped her hands togeth

options. Which do

her fingers on a deep blue dress. The material was soft, and it seemed to a

ou chose the

es, looking at her

hoice, Allen? Just tell me wha

s, holding it up to Ammy and stretch

t believe these will still fit you, Ammy! You'

an exagger

be giants li

rest of the clothing, shooing