The party lasted until late in the evening. I had to dance with all of the eligible boys before the night was over. It was a pain, but it was also tradition. It was also annoying as I knew I wasn't going to remember the boys who were putting themselves up for consideration once this night was over. I was just assuming all of them were going to. It was a safe assumption.

I was glad it was a Friday night and I could sleep in, in the morning. It had been a long day, though, as I'd had to be up early for classes, and I was grateful when we could finally leave. Eric wrapped an arm around me as we walked back to the car and I leaned against him. I didn't need his support, but shifters were creatures who craved physical touch and company. My brothers were always supportive. We climbed back in the car and I laid my head tiredly on Eric's shoulder the entire way home, much as I had done after almost every one of these shifter meetings. They always lasted too long, especially as dad was the leader and had to stay well past when everyone else went home. Eric shook me awake once we were home. At least he didn't have to carry me up to my bed anymore... Though I think he kinda missed it.

Dad came up to me once we were home. "You did a good job, Kitten. I'm proud of you," he told me. I couldn't help but grin. Praise from dad was extremely rare.

"Thanks, Daddy," I replied. He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead.

"Off to bed with you," he said softly, gently. I started heading upstairs, but turned to Eric before I forgot to ask.

"Katie asked me to come running with her tomorrow. Will one of you come with me?" I asked. Eric was the oldest, so he'd make arrangements. "They want to start the run around noon,"

"Yeah, I'll give you a ride," he shooed me off to bed. I stuck my tongue out at him, but headed upstairs. I ditched the dress for comfy jammies as soon as my bedroom door closed behind me. I still hated dresses, but had worn it because it was necessary. I checked my school email before bed.

'Don't forget, we have a meeting tomorrow morning at 10am' The email was from Professor Rhodes. I sighed. I had forgotten. At least she wanted to meet at the Starbucks just down the street and I didn't need special permission to go that far, or an escort. My parents weren't going to argue over me meeting with one of my teachers either.

I fell into bed, exhausted. At least I had something to look forward to tomorrow.