My Lycan Mate of Suicide Forest

Greta did August's hair and makeup, leaving her golden locks down and flowing in loose waves over her shoulders. The makeup was simple and natural, accentuating the blush of her cheeks and pink of her lips with some extra shimmer on her eyes and above her cheekbones.

"Why do I need makeup if I'm already literally glowing?" she asked as Greta was applying the final touch of mascara to her lashes.

"I wish you could see it," Greta smiled in response. "It must be strange to know you are seen that way and yet you can't see it yourself. It's not an overpowering glow or anything. You're not blinding anyone," she giggled.

"Well that's a relief," August rolled her eyes.

Although, maybe it would be better to be blinding. It would at least prevent stares. She thought about how Finn couldn't take his eyes off of her, and her stomach began to twist with nerves about how much of that she may have to deal with tonight. At least Graeme would be with her.

"Okay, time to put the dress on and view the final result."

August slid the beautiful fabric on and allowed Greta to zip up the back.

"I'm not sure I can go through with this," August gulped, turning back and forth to look herself over in the full length mirror Greta had set up in Graeme's old bedroom.

The dress itself was absolutely breathtaking. It had a silky nude strapless lining that was form-fitting all the way to August's knees where it then gracefully fell to pool around her feet. Covering the lining with the same silhouette was the sheer layer with intricate glittering gold designs resembling leaves with swirling vines connecting them.

The curve of August's waist and flare of her hips—every line of her down to her knees—was accentuated in this dress. The only saving grace was the beautiful cape that parted from the strapless neckline of the dress over her breasts and swept over her arms and back, flowing behind her and covering the obvious shape of her backside.

There was no way she would wear this dress without the cape. Even though the cape was sheer, the gold detail and the way it glittered was enough to distract from the fitted mermaid shape underneath—at least, she hoped it did.

"Greta, you can see my boobs," she gulped again, turning to get every angle. Why had she agreed to this? There was no backing out now.

"What do you mean? You can't see them," Greta frowned, looking at August's reflection. The shape of her breasts was obvious, but the dress wasn't sheer.

"No, I mean… they're just… there's no hiding anything in this dress," August bit her lip. If she was worried about people staring because of her glow, this was only going to make it worse.

"You're forgetting that it's not unusual for everyone in the pack to have seen everyone else naked at some point in time. That doesn't phase anyone here," Greta chuckled as she adjusted the way the cape fell behind the dress and admired it in the mirror with August's reflection.

"But…"

"August," Greta circled around to stand in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Just breathe. You look gorgeous. I wouldn't let you go in this dress if you didn't. And I wouldn't let you wear something inappropriate, okay? Trust me. This dress looks like it was made for you."

August nodded and took a deep breath before turning back to her reflection again. The hand applied gold accents of the dress reminded her of her and Graeme's shared aura that only she could see. Greta was right. This dress was perfect.

"You look fae," Greta giggled beside her.

"I do?" August's blue eyes went wide.

"Doesn't this look like a dress a faerie would wear? There's just something so magical and ethereal about it."

"I guess you're right," August smiled, smoothing the fabric of the skirt.

"I wonder how Graeme is going to react," Greta muttered with an amused smile as she continued smoothing the cape out behind August.

"Should I be worried?" August asked, catching Greta's eyes in the mirror.

"He might try to keep you from leaving the house, I'm not going to lie," Greta laughed.

"Well if Sam lets you leave in that sexy thing, then hopefully I'll be safe."

"He knows he has nothing to worry about. No one will mess with me," she winked. "Look! Isn't it cute?" She turned to the side so her profile was in view and slid a hand over the small swell of her belly.

"Your sweet little baby bump? I love it. Is it still called a baby bump when there are two little ones in there? Or is it a babies bump?" August giggled.

"Twin bump," Greta suggested, her eyes shining.

"I'm so happy for you," August said softly, admiring the pride and adoration Greta already had for the lives she had created with her mate.

"For us," Greta grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Have you had any nausea at all?"

August shook her head. At most, she had some discomfort across her stomach like the muscles were stretching. Other than that, it was as if she weren't pregnant at all.

"Maybe you'll be one of the lucky ones and have no morning sickness at all. That or it will hit you any day now."

"Lovely," August sighed.

"Don't worry, we're all here to help take care of you. We can take care of each other," Greta tilted her head to rest on August's shoulder as they looked at their reflections in the mirror.

"Thanks, Greta," August whispered and squeezed the girl's hand. "Thanks for always being here for me… for everyone. I always wanted a sister, but I never imagined she would be as wonderful as you."

"Aww. I feel the same way about you," Greta smiled and turned to look at her rather than their reflections. "You are the Luna all of us need, August. Don't doubt it. Just live the truth you feel inside, and you won't go wrong. My brother is blessed to have you.. We all are."