MEL
I swung my hips side to side, taking in the pink dress I had on. It was one I had never worn again, but Delilah had been specific when she texted the previous night. She told me the party was still on and wanted me to wear something pink. As tomboyish as she tended to be, Delilah was very much a princess. She was strong and could hang with the guys, but she loved to dress up and liked attention.
“Melody, are you almost ready?” Papa called from downstairs. Dad was already at the packhouse since guests from other packs were coming to Delilah’s party. He was glued to Luna Azalea’s side during these times, even though he said she was capable of handling herself most of the time.
“Just a minute,” I called back. I ran my fingers through my loose hair again. I did my best to get ready, n
