FEDORA’S POV
“Please wait, Caroline, I know you’re excited about this party but let me at least turn on the computer first.” I sighed, tired of her nagging already about this online sale.
I had no idea how she could do it. Cheering to be a piece of meat for those lustful males at the Ball? But I still did as she required before she bombarded me with her not so beautiful curse language.
Then I saw the link to the dress.
“Fedora, why are you so slow? The sale will start in two minutes and I want that dress!” She yelled on the phone and I had to pull it away to save my ears.
"For goddess' sake! You can also pick another dress!" I retorted angrily. For a ball that despised she-wolves, how could she be so excited? I absolutely hated this.
"No! Either one of us has to book that dress before anyone else, it's a limited-edition b*tch!" She intensively reminded me again of the importance of the dress.
Well, Caroline was still my best friend and I knew her temper well. So I still held my patience while staring at the countdown timer of the link.
With two minutes to go, so I guessed it won't be a big problem to check my mailbox. However, the email pop-up alert made me drop the mouse in my hand.
[Dear Fedora, Congratulations! Your application for our Annual mating hunt and Ball has been approved! May the Goddess bless you to find your soulmate this year! Stay tuned!]
WHAT?!
I was at a loss when I quickly read the email again. How could this happen?!
I meant I remembered well that I had deleted it when I received their invitation before. Even a thousand years more, I would never want to attend that damn hunting ball.
How the hell could they receive my application and contact me?
Something must be wrong. The Ball was held this year by Grey Glory, the most powerful pack, and this couldn't be a technical mistake.
So, it's a problem on my side.
I know my brother and my mom won’t do it. They always try their best to understand and support my choice.
So that means, it could only be Dad who did this.
This is a crime!
How can he forge my signature like this?
“Hey Car, I think I am going to call you back in a few minutes,” I said to the phone when I came back to my senses.
“No! You can’t leave me hanging like this, it’s important Fedora.”
“I am sorry but I really have to go,” I said and hang up.
I rushed downstairs to discuss this with my father.
How can he do this to me?
He knew I didn’t want to go.
Hell! Everyone knows I hate it!
Why?
Because of its biased rules.
Everyone like to consider this a chance of finding their true soulmate, but what they don’t see is how they are being unfair to the females.
First, females are not allowed to reject as long as their mate caught them in the hunting. They are forced to mate after the hunt with or without their consent.
And lastly, the media has touted for years how females need to dress up in full regalia to impress their mates if they hope to find a perfect soulmate; but in reality, what in the end they get is a male who only wants a breeder or maid to fulfill all their needs without offering anything in return.
Others called it tradition, but in my eyes, it’s just pure oppression against females.
According to their rules, women don’t even deserve to choose their own destiny.
It's so damn unfair!
I heard my father’s voice coming from the backyard so I reached there after checking their bedroom but stopped short when I heard he was on a phone call and from my understanding he was discussing something about the hunt as well.
I peeked outside and my ears perked when my name was brought up.
“Of course sir, we are honoured-”
“Oh no, not at all. She was just sick last year but I am proud to announce that both my kids will attend the Ball this year.”