12. Ylfa
Iarrive at the queen’stent, Chelsea and Annabel linking my arms, and my jaw hits the floor. It’s huge. Almost like a mini fortress in its own right.
Music seeps from the open flap where two large guards stand sentry, and my heart jumps to my throat. Shit. I’m going to a super exclusive party with two of my childhood bullies.
Looking at the three of us right now, you wouldn’t think we were at each other’s throats, literally, a few weeks ago. I was fighting these two bitches, and now they’remybitches. How the times have changed.
Now when I look at them, it’s like “Natasha who?” They have almost forgotten about her entirely, and I can only imagine how livid Natasha would be if she saw them with me right now.
Chelsea and Annabel were her last claim to power, but now she has nothing left, and it truly shows that she never had any real friends to begin with.
People only groveled to her because they feared her. Plus, they loved the benefits that came with being the queen’s minion. Without Natasha, these two beside me never would have even gotten into the queen’s tent in previous years.
Without me, they never would have gotten in this year. I know deep down they’re using me, but they seemed genuine when they apologized to me, especially Chelsea, which is surprising. I thought that girl was a vindictive bitch, but it appears she’s not as bad as she looks.
“Isn’t this exciting, Ylfa? This is your first time going to the queen’s tent. You must be nervous, but don’t worry. You have us.”
I release a shaky breath and peer back up at the tent. My throat turns dry. I’m really not the best when it comes to talking to members of my own sex. I’ve never had female friends. It’s strange territory.
A tall, pale figure materializes from the shadows across from us, and all the breath leaves my lungs. Even Chelsea and Annabel have fallen silent.
Tiffany cleans up well. She’s wearing a long, elegant red gown that splits at the leg, and around that leg is a weapons belt holding a lethal knife.
Her hair has been straightened with heat, and now those once tight coils fall like a fiery waterfall down her back.
I forgot she invited herself, and fair play. Free drinks, after all.
“Tiffany...” Annabel gasps. “You look...”
The small blonde can’t even finish, but at least she can form words. I’m still staring at the beautiful redhead.
Her lips are as red as her dress, and she will definitely turn heads. A few male wolves close by whistle when they get a look at her. But one vicious look from Tiff, and she has them scampering off with their tails between their legs.
She stops before us and tosses back her long sheet of red hair. It slopes over one shoulder now.
“Well, let’s go in then, shall we? We have some bitches to meet.”
That’s right. We’re here to get the dirt on the females of our rival packs since we’ll be fighting them in a few days, and my throat closes up again.
Chelsea sniggers beside me, whipping out one of her blades as she flips it through the air. Annabel giggles, her eyes flashing bright blue as her little blond wolfs comes out to play.
Now there are the bitches I know. Not the imposters who claim to be my new friends, but I have to put my faith in them. They’re my teammates now, and they made me look nice. So I doubt they mean to prank me.
One look at Tiffany and the guards don’t even question us. They just open the flaps of the tent and give us entry, and once we’re inside, I stop. It’s beautiful. Blossoms hang from the ceiling, falling down like drapes, and it smells heavenly.
There’s food on the tables and wine to go around, and I guess I died and went to heaven. Who could say no to all that wine?
Heads turn our way as we walk through the throngs of females. Annabel shoves a glass of wine in my hand, and Chelsea is already on her second, but it’s Tiff that has them all moving aside.