EIGHT : DANCE OR DIE

I breathed in and fell the gaze of others in the party on my skin like icicles. There was no way that I could reject an Alpha or who knew what consequences me and my family would have to endure because of his wrath. I haven’t seen him angry yet even though I believe I had offended him before, but one made no promises.

I gave him a smile and offered my hand that appeared like a Lilliput in front of his giant palm. He took my hand, his grasp warm yet firm and sparks flew off the area where our skins met. He lead me to the dance floor, where some couples were already dancing to the slow music of the piano and violin. I didn’t like these kind of music but it sounded appropriate and perfect for the hall that looked no less than a royal ball of the Victorian age.

The white walls appeared yellow to the warm golden light cast by the chandeliers, the candles on the candelabras and the small led lights on the decorated ceiling. We stood beneath what I would consider one of the largest chandeli