Erin gazed at herself in the mirror. Her long hair was glossy and tamed in several carefully plaited braids. The girls had done a tremendous job trimming and styling it, even weaving in delicate silver thread for added drama. It almost looked like she was wearing a crown already.
Likewise, her gown had also been chosen with the upmost care. It was shimmering silver and flowed down her body like captured moonlight. She felt and looked like a true queen. Hopefully, the rest of the pack would agree.
The final piece was a shawl her aunt had gifted her. It was turquoise with a bright pattern and beads hanging from the fringes along its edge. She touched the soft fabric and fought tears. It felt like her mother was there with her, giving her strength.
‘Don’t worry. You can do this.’
Erin b
