As it were, I do know about Halloween even from my days in the wild. As weres, the pack knew we had perfect costumes so we were more active than ever on Halloween. We danced around the bon fires and sang and some of us got drunk and made fools of ourselves but all in all, the night was fun. It was actually one of the few nights my dad focused his frustrations on someone other than me. He would get in a brawl or dance his miseries away and I would get away without a scratch as long as I kept my head down.
I look over the crowd spread out before me. I've been babying the drink the waiter gave me but with every sip, I feel my stomach growing warmer and my inhibitions growing lax. There are vampires galore and other fairy tale creatures but when gold appears in my peripheral vision. I turn my head to see none other than Alexander. I know enough from my readings about Egypt to know that he's supposed to be a Pharoah. What else would the extravagant headdress mean?
I offer him a bright smile and my heart beat kicks up as he starts to come toward me. Surely there are other people he's rather talk to. As he extends his hand, I stare at it wordlessly then back up at him, as if asking if he's sure. Finally my lips pull back into a dazzling smile as I slip my hand into his and stand up. "What did I do to deserve the honor of a dance with the great Phaorah? I can't help but whisper slyly as we reach the dance floor.
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