JASMINE'S POV
The moment I gave the young wolf my hand, I was led away to the dance hall.
I could feel Anna glaring at me and never had I felt such satisfaction in my entire life.
We stopped at the center of the fall and I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
I breathed heavily realizing what I had done.
My sheer arrogance had led me to the middle of something I had absolutely no intention of doing.
"I'm not sure I know how to dance." I said terrified.
He smiled and even though I couldn't see his full face I knew he was handsome.
His mask sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose.
"Don't worry." He assured me. "I'll guide you."
He set his hands on my waists and my tummy fluttered as though they had butterflies in them.
Then he placed his spare hand in mine and raised it gently at the same space where my head was.
The music began and he then proceeded to dance.
He led me on the floor as he walked back and forth, his hand steady on my waist as he guided me.
