Namara's POV:

"FUCK!" I muttered under my breath, when I realized that the zipper at the back of my dress refused to go all the way up. I tugged it several times, and even stretched my arm in the most impossible angle, still nothing.

“Perfect!" I muttered at my reflection. “Just perfect. Today of all days.”

Alexander and I were supposed to return to the pack today. Our plan was starting, and the last thing I needed was to be stuck half-zipped.

Still facing the mirror, I raised my ...