The Beautiful Wolf novel Chapter 2

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**MELENA**

I paced back and forth along the hallway, eagerly waiting for my parents to come in.

When I heard them outside at the front door, I ran to sit at the fourth step of the stairs, pretending to read a book I'd gotten from Dad on my twelfth birthday, a month ago.

I looked up from the book as if I'd been interrupted in my reading as Dad entered the house.

Dad doesn't look at me as he does.

He headed quickly into the kitchen with the wood he had chopped for supper, but Mom, following behind him, glanced at me, and I could see that she was crying.

"Mom," I stood up, stopping her before she could disappear into the kitchen like Dad.

She stopped, but she didn't turn to look at me, and I noticed her hands holding the basket of string beans, shaking.

Before I could ask her about the letter, she interrupted me.

"We have a visitor coming to join us for supper; please dress in a red dress," she says swiftly before dashing into the kitchen as Dad.

"Visitor," I repeated as I watched her.

Could the letter be about that certain visitor joining us for supper?

I was now looking forward to supper and meeting that visitor whose letter had troubled both my parents.

As I was about to return upstairs, Dad exited the kitchen. He sped past me, holding his head straight and out of the house. The door slammed shut behind him, and I strangely feel that he's been ignoring me ever since he received that letter.

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It was almost time to go downstairs for supper.

I wasn't wearing the red dress my mom had told me to wear; instead, I chose to wear my favourite colour, blue. I was tired of being forced to wear red every time we went to a pack gathering, which has now caused me to hate the colour red.

I'm checking my reflection within the mirror before going downstairs when I hear a strange, low, and husky male voice say, "Wear another colour dress."

Frighteningly, I turned away from the mirror towards the voice, and I was startled to see it was Aaron Silver. The alpha of the Moon Pack I and my parents were a part of. He leaned against the open door of my bedroom.