#Chapter 54 – Nothing to Wear

Six days later, Victor’s house is in complete chaos. The boys and I enter the kitchen door to a flurry of action – Betas everywhere, of course – some on guard, some carrying boxes and taking instructions. Then, there are a bevy of hired persons hanging lights in the back yard, decorations in the house. Everything is all in white, like a human wedding. But for the wolves, it’s the color of unity, of family, of births and deaths and claiming. I raise my eyebrows as I press the door closed. “Don’t you two go anywhere,” Amelia says, pointing a pencil at the boys as they dash past, a clipboard propped against her slim hip. “We need you for final fittings of your suits.” She consults her list. “And for consultation with the makeup artist.” The boys promptly ignore her and run up to their room. “Makeup?” I say, coming over to the kitchen island where she has set up her command station. “Isn’t that a bit much?” She rolls her eyes at me. “Just a little powder, Evelyn. To keep them f