A Dash of Warning

Ember's POV

“Do we have to do this?” I asked Trent a month later in a whiny voice. He was preparing to hold a ball in my honor. It was an annual ball he held for the pack and apparently this year, he was making it bigger than he usually did.

He was inviting a lot of packs, their Alpha, and some of their elders. I wasn’t exactly up for it. I was not a fan of crowds but I didn’t have a choice. It was something Trent wanted and it was his way to introduce me to the pack and his friends from other packs.

It made no sense to me but I didn’t want to make him cancel it on my behalf. Besides, it was the pack’s custom and tradition. I wasn’t about to get a sore thumb in all of this.

“Yes, my love you have to,” Trent said. He’d just come to tell me that the seamstress was here to take my measurements.

I scrunched up my nose and frowned before nodding reluctantly.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

I said, rolling my eyes. I didn’t understand why it had to be a designer seamstress. We could easily have just bough