Chapter 2

Ariana's POV

"What would I be so disappointed about if I found out?" Georgina asked.

We both turned to see her standing at the threshold of the door, holding a plate of cookies.

Logan steps away from me and flashes her his signature smile. "Nothing, Mom, we were just talking."

Georgina frowns, not convinced. "I know that, but Ariana mentioned something about me being disappointed if I found out about it." She turns to me. "What was that about, honey?"

I fidget, running my sweaty palm on my skirt repeatedly. Logan flashed me a look that said, 'You better not fuck this up.'

"Oh, nothing." I waved my hand dismissively, blurting out the first thing I could think of. "I was just telling Logan that you would be disappointed if he doesn't show up for my shifting ceremony after all the efforts you put into it."

Georgina gasps. "Logan, you have to come. Ariana will be getting her wolf on Saturday night; she needs all the support she can get."

Logan smiled at me, relieved. "I'll try, Mother."

"Nonsense, we'll be going together. I'll have Tiana get you something to wear for the party." Georgina smiles, handing Logan the plate and grabbing my hands in hers. "Oh, I can't wait for you to get your wolf. You're going to love it." She pulls me along with her to the kitchen, and Logan follows.

Surprisingly, he stays to help us with the cookies without his mother asking until his phone rings. "I have to go, Mom." He tells her, giving her a kiss on her cheek.

"Really? It's quite late." She says.

"Yeah, there's a party at Kingsley's house tonight." He says.

"A party? That sounds fun." She turns to me. "Would you like to go, Ariana?" I freeze.

What?

"What?" I mumble through a mouthful of cookies.

"I'm sure Logan won't mind taking you, right Logan?"

"Mom," he says in protest.

"Come on, son, she's been indoors all day; she could use some fun." She smiles mischievously. "You'll be a perfect gentleman, won't you?"

Logan looks at me, waiting for me to shut this down. I open my mouth to protest, but instead I hear myself saying. "Fine."

He glares at me before picking up his keys. "If she isn't ready in 2 minutes." He threatens, but Georgina chuckles.

"Make sure you enjoy yourself and don't worry about your parents; I'll let them know." She says as I pull on my coat. We say our goodbyes, and I walk to Logan's car.

"I can just walk home." I mumble.

"Get in; she's watching." He says.

I climb in, and he starts the engine. "You can just drop me off at home." I say

"She's going to find out. You're going to the party." He says.

"But—" I start, but he cuts me off.

"You're going, so shut it."

"Rude." I mumble under my breath. His jaw locks, but he doesn't say anything, choosing to focus on driving.

He drives past Kingsley's house, and I notice. "Isn't that Kingsley's?" I ask.

"The party is not there," he says.

The rest of the ride is silent, the only sound that of the engine. He drives into the woods and parks. He gets out, and I follow, scanning the surroundings.

We were parked in the middle of the woods, somewhere around the lake.

"Is the party here?" I ask; he ignores me and starts walking towards the lake. Left with no other option, I follow him. Soon, I hear the sound of music and shouting.

As soon as we get to the clearing by the lake, Logan ditches me to go to his friends. Alone, I wander around the party, ignoring the whistles and catcalls. I get myself a non-alcoholic drink and find a quiet place to chill for the rest of the night , sitting there for a while before feeling the need to stretch.

I take a walk in the woods, away from the noise of the party, to get rid of the loneliness. I was so lost in my head that I didn't immediately realize I wasn't alone there until I heard.

"Vivian, no." Logan said, and I heard a rustling noise coming through the massive bush in front of me. I halted my steps, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Logan." Vivian whined. "I know what you like."

"I'm not in the mood right now." He said.

"Don't tell me you can't get it up." She taunted. Even though I couldn't see them, I could picture the pout on her face as she whined. "Let me take it into my mouth."

I cupped my mouth to muffle my gasp as I realized what she was talking about.

Logan sighed. "Get back to the party, Vivian. I'm going home."

I take a silent step closer, peeking at them from behind the bush. Vivian reached for his pants, and Logan pulled her hands from his belt buckle. "I don't want to fuck you, Vivian." He snapped.

She crossed her arms, stomping her feet. "Don't tell me you regret what happened between us."

"Vivian, go." He warned, but she continued.

"What? Now you're tired of me. Just last week you were begging me to let you mark me, and now you're trying to get rid of me." She snapped, and I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped my lips.

Logan tried to mark Vivian.