Twenty-three

-Aphrodite-

My finger nails bit into his palm as I stared into the crowd. I didn't understand anything because of how every one was looking at me. Everyone.

All their eyes were dead. Nothing but blank soulless eyes staring at me. Some were brown. Some were blue, green, every common color of eye shades. Pups were in the front, and then the rows go up the ages. I stared out into the crowd with my shoulders high and my chin up but it doesn't mean I'm not nervous. Clearly I am, since my finger nails are deep in my mates hand.

I feel him grab my wrist and turn...