Issa stood there frozen, and clutching the now-torn grey dress. The large rip stretched up the front, making it impossible to wear. Vera, the wolf-woman helping her, just stared at the dress with wide eyes and confusion laced on her face.

Issa just stood there. She was speechless. She had no idea how come what had happened just happened.

Just then, the heavy wooden door to the preparation room swung open. It was Rain, Val's second-in-command. He stepped inside. His eyes, which were usually so ...