Full Moon

Emily's POV. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the girl staring back at me. Gone was the awkward, frizzy-haired hybrid who used to hide in oversized hoodies. In her place stood... well, a freaking werewolf princess, apparently. "Holy crap," I breathed, turning slowly to take in the full effect. "Arya, I think you might actually be a wizard." My best friend grinned, looking incredibly pleased with herself. "I told you to trust the process. Now you look like the badass luna-to-be that you are." The dress Arya had somehow conjured up (and I was seriously starting to suspect she knew more about magic than me) was a masterpiece. It flowed like liquid moonlight, the silver fabric shimmering with every movement. Delicate embroidery in threads of gold and pale blue traced patterns of wolves and moons across the bodice and down the full skirt. The neckline dipped just low enough to be alluring without venturing into "hello, here are my boobs" territory, and