I walked out into the street with my chin proudly raised. The warm evening breeze hugged my knees and played with the hem of my dress, but the heavy fabric kept the airflow out of the way, preserving the remnants of my reputation, rudely undermined by uniform trousers.

The green dress, which was just below the knees and comfortably flared, was a bit boring, but it didn't look like the stupid pretensions and cheap frills that many "holiday" outfits suffer from.

After the meeting, my first thought was to talk to Bella - ask her for something "beautiful". But werewolves do not like to share things, many of them have...