My Soulmate

The opulent room, swathed in dark hues, offered little comfort. A cozy light from the bedside lamp cast long, dancing shadows, making the space feel almost unreal. Davina, barely twenty, sat before the mirror, her fingers tracing the cold diamonds of a necklace at her throat. Her reflection stared back, a stranger adorned in elegance, lost in a life she never chose.

"As if they will ask what we want," Sharon, her wolf, scoffed in her mind, a familiar rebellion brewing.

"You know I will always stand by you, no matter what. Stop thinking about them." Sharon's voice was a soft comfort against the whirlwind of Davina's thoughts.

"I know, thank you, Sharon," Davina replied, her voice a mere whisper. She rose, moving towards the door, only to collide with her mother, Elena, whose impatient gaze already anticipated her presence.

"Are you ready for the party?" Elena's tone was sharp.

"Yes, Mom," Davina forced a smile, the familiar charade already beginning. Together, they descended into the living room where her father, James, waited, gruff and imposing. "Let's go, or else we'll be late for the party," he commanded, and with that, they were off, swallowed by the night and the expectations of a world that demanded a queen.