9. Interest

Henrietta

I was taking a walk around my mother's garden, accompanied by Chloe as the cool breeze of the evening graced our skin while bringing the mixed smell of flowers and fruits to out nose. It was soothing and comfortable.

"My family couldn't come for the ball," Chloe stated as she plucked a few flowers, on either side of the path we walked.

"Why didn't they come?" I asked and she shrugged.

"I learnt from a member of the pack that they were part of those who volunteered to stay back." She said in a sad voice.

"Don't be sad, Chloe, you'll see them soon." I said, "Have you seen your mate yet?" I asked in a bid to cheer her up and bright red patch formed on both sides of her face

"Why weren't you there to welcome the werewolves?" I heard a voice belonging to Gwendolyn and jumped in fear when she appeared right in front of me. She was so close that I could feel hot air coming from her nose.

That smile, the smirk on her face which showed just how satisfied she was with my reac