The curse of the wolf

Ready for the ball

Two weeks later.

*Anaïs*

It is Christmas eve and I stand in my bedroom, admiring my reflection in the mirror while the talented stylist buzzes around me, securing the last buttons on my exquisite, floor-length gown. The dress is undeniably alluring and intricate, featuring delicate beading and lace that tastefully cover only the essential areas.

Ten days ago, Griff sent me a letter informing me that we shouldn’t be purchasing new attire for the ball; instead, a professional stylist would provide everything we needed on the day of the event.

True to Griff’s word, the stylist has arrived, and she’s meticulously executing his vision for the evening. I smile at her reflection, grateful for her artistry and dedication.

Feeling confident and eager for our grand night among high society, I turn to the stylist and ask, “So, what can you tell me about this ball?”

She sighs, almost wistfully. “Oh, Anaïs, it used to be the event of the season, and I’m sure it will be again. The crème de la crème of society will be there, donning their most extravagant attire.”

Intrigued, I raise an eyebrow. “Is it truly that important?”

She nods vigorously. “Yes, absolutely! Especially considering who’s hosting it.”

“And what do you know of him?” I ask, curious.

“The Marquis, Constantine Anjou,” she replies, pausing for emphasis. “He’s not only devastatingly handsome, but also incredibly wealthy. And he personally selected both your outfits.”

Astonished, I gasp. “The Marquis chose my outfit himself?”

The exquisite dress comes with snow-white, feathery wings reminiscent of an angel and a beautiful, elaborate silver lace-like half mask.

The stylist nods, a smile playing on her lips. “Yes, indeed. And I must say, he has impeccable taste. You look divine.”

“Isn’t it a bit risque?” I study myself in the mirror. “It’s quite revealing, isn’t it?”

She tilts her head, appraising me from head to toe. “It’s daring, but isn’t that the essence of a masquerade ball? To be mysterious and alluring?” she says with a sly grin. “Besides, you’re not truly exposing anything, merely hinting at it.”

I chuckle nervously. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Don’t worry, Anaïs,” she reassures me. “You look stunning, and I’m sure your fiancé will be speechless when he sees you.”

I smile gratefully and glance out the window, watching the sun set over Paris. Excitement bubbles in my stomach as I realize that in just a few hours, we’ll be attending one of the most anticipated events of the year.

As the stylist finishes with my hair and makeup, I can’t help but wonder what surprises the night has in store. I’ve never been one for lavish events, but the prospect of mingling with society’s elite, donning a mask and a dress that makes me feel like a goddess, and being near Griff again, even if I can’t voice the last thought, sends a thrill through me.

Once I am ready, the stylist bids us farewell, promising to be at the party should we need her. I thank her with a smile and then go to find my fiancé, who is already dressed in his ornate suit and mask.

Mathis turns to face me, his movements slightly stiff and awkward. He struggles to find the right words as his eyes take me in. “Anaïs, you look... breathtaking,” he finally says, adding, “But also quite… half naked.”

I blush, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Thank you, I guess. And you look rather colorful.”

Mathis shifts his weight, glancing down at his peacock-inspired suit. “I... uh, I wasn’t sure about this at first, but after putting it on, I think it’s quite... striking.”

I giggle as I take in his ensemble. His suit is a vibrant mix of blues, greens, and golds, all woven together to create a shimmering effect. The peacock ‘tail’ appears to be made of actual peacock feathers, flowing and trailing behind him as he moves.

“It’s definitely something, Mathis,” I say with a grin, stepping closer to him. “You look like a walking masterpiece. And quite like a peacock.”

Mathis looks sheepish, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” I reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. To be honest, he does look slightly ridiculous, but I don’t want to say that. “Now, let’s go make our grand entrance.”

*Griff*

Standing before the mirror, I take a moment to examine my reflection. My costume, if one could even call it that, is an exquisite work of art. Adorning my body is a masterfully tailored black suit, embellished with intricate gold embroideries and trimmings that shimmer in the soft light. Attached to my back, a set of black wings tipped with gold extend gracefully, giving me an air of otherworldly elegance.

In all honesty, I can’t help but feel a tad ridiculous, yet there’s a growing confidence within me that I can pull off this daring ensemble. My hair, still damp from the shower, falls in unruly curls around my face. I had contemplated taming the wild locks, but ultimately decided to let them dry naturally. The tousled curls dance before my eyes, reminding me it’s time for a trim.

As I admire the striking figure in the mirror, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement building, awakening a newfound energy within me, and I know I’m ready to tackle whatever challenges the night may bring, like my brother, and having to keep a needed distance to Anaïs.

My gaze shifts to the mask resting on the nearby table, a mesmerizing creation of black and gold. Its intricate design complements the rest of my attire perfectly. I pick it up gently, feeling the smooth curves and edges, before securing it onto my face. The transformation is now complete. With a deep breath, I turn away from the mirror and make my way downstairs.

As I descend the elegant staircase, I scan the bustling room for Pierre, my ever-reliable coordinator of the event. I find him near the entrance, ensuring that everything is running smoothly. Approaching him, I ask, “Is everything okay, Pierre?”

He smiles reassuringly, “Yes, Griff. Everything is under control. You look spectacular. Enjoy the evening.”

“Thanks,” I give him a small smile. “Remember to enjoy it, too.”

Feeling a little relieved, I continue to navigate through the crowd of waiters and performers, getting ready, searching for my friends and my brother. I spot Jean, clad in a sharp gray suit that accentuates his strong build. A wolf mask conceals his face, highlighting his piercing eyes. Approaching him, I inquire, “Hey Jean, have you seen Edward or Llewelyn around?”

He shakes his head thoughtfully, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “No, Griff, I haven’t seen them yet. Knowing those two, they will both make a grand entrance soon enough.”

I nod in agreement, knowing that Edward and Llewelyn both have a flair for the dramatic, however, in slightly different ways.

Soon after, Jean and I find ourselves standing in the shadows of a balcony overlooking the grand ballroom below. The chandeliers cast a dazzling glow upon the room, illuminating the exquisite details of the decor. From our vantage point, we watch as the arriving guests are announced in the old-fashioned way by a servant calling out their names in a booming voice, adding an air of sophistication to the event.

As we stand there, observing the parade of elegantly dressed attendees, Edward suddenly appears beside us. His arrival is so quiet and swift that it almost startles both of us. We can’t help but smirk as we take in his attire. He’s dressed in a fashion that evokes the image of an old-fashioned vampire, complete with a high-collared cape and a blood-red cravat.

Jean, unable to resist cracking a joke, teases, “Edward, did you raid Dracula’s wardrobe for tonight’s event?”

Edward rolls his eyes, a playful grin spreading across his lips. “Very funny, Jean. I thought I would embrace the theme wholeheartedly. This is actually original, from my youth. Well, except for the cape, that is for the drama.”

We share a laugh. I do appreciate Edward’s commitment to the evening’s theme.

As we continue to survey the guests below, I can’t help but feel a growing concern about where Llewelyn is. I turn to Edward and Jean, asking, “Have either of you seen Llewelyn yet? I’m starting to wonder where he is and if he’s up to making trouble.”

Both Edward and Jean shake their heads, confirming that they haven’t seen him either. And Edward mumbles, “I would be more surprised if he was not making trouble.”

I decide that I better go find Llewelyn and ensure that he isn’t causing any trouble that might disrupt this enchanting evening.

My thoughts are interrupted as the servant announces the arrival of new guests; Anaïs Bellerose and Mathis Aubert.

At the mention of Anaïs’ name, my heart skips a beat. I have been eagerly awaiting her arrival, and now she is finally here. I peer down into the ballroom, catching sight of her as she enters. it feels as though all oxygen has left the room and the whole world has come to a standstill.