Eighty-Six

Lenora

Earlier, CJ talked about some family ritual or something. I wasn't interested and stayed upstairs. I would rather poke my eye than go for any outdoor events in this pack.

I overheard Kia and Mariselle talking about their matching outfits. Kia also tried a headpiece on her daughter and helped her with her makeup. I headed upstairs to the bedroom to sleep when CJ walked in, already dressed. His eyebrows drew together with a small frown on his face.

"Baby, you're still in your PJs. Why aren't you dressed?"

"Dressed for what?" I asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

"Come on, Lenora," he groaned. "I told you about the family ritual. You must come with me."

"No thanks," I said flatly, while his frown deepened.

"But why?"

"Hello. I'm not a part of your family, remember?" I said. "Matter of fact, it's funny that you think I can just waltz into a room full of werewolves and expect me to be comfortable with their snide remarks and their caustic frowns. I'd rather sta