… Eva's pov…Trish's eyes raised, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of concern and conviction. She shook her head in response to my revelation, her voice firm and resolute. “No, Eva. He has no idea about what you've been through or that you're a werewolf,” she said definitively. “In fact, he doesn't even believe in the existence of werewolves.”Her words hit me like a blow, and a pang of disappointment washed over me. The thought of sharing my truth with someone who dismissed it as mere myth left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I had hoped for understanding and acceptance, but it seemed I would need to confront an even greater challenge in revealing my true self to Dan.I furrowed my brows, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “He doesn't believe… at all?” I asked, searching for any glimmer of openness in Trish's response.Trish sighed, her gaze steady as she met my eyes. “No, Eva,” she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sympathy. “He's always been skeptical about anything su
…Eva's pov… I settled into the cozy couch, a sense of gratitude washed over me for the sanctuary Trish had provided. I took a moment to appreciate the surroundings, allowing my gaze to wander around the living room. The house exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere, filled with personal touches and memories. It felt like a place where stories were shared and cherished.Trish, ever the gracious host, noticed my inquisitive glance and smiled. “Let me show you to your room,” she offered, her voice laced with genuine care. I followed her eagerly, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor as we made our way down a short hallway.As Trish opened the door to the guest room, a soft light spilled out, bathing the space in a gentle glow. The room was tastefully decorated, with soothing colors and delicate touches that lent an air of tranquility. The scent of fresh linens permeated the air, adding a comforting layer to the ambiance.The queen-sized bed sat against one wall, adorned with plush pil
… Eva's pov…Trish walked into the room, a tray of breakfast in her hands. Her face lit up with a wide smile as she greeted me, “Eva, you're up!” Her genuine warmth enveloped the room, bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity. I nodded in response, my gaze shifting towards the delicious spread she had prepared.The morning light streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow upon the room. The cozy atmosphere of Trish's apartment was accentuated by the soft hues of the furnishings and the subtle aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It felt like a haven, a place where conversations flowed freely and a sense of belonging settled in.As Trish served breakfast, her movements were graceful and filled with care. I couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in her appearance since we last saw each other. Her hair, once cascading in waves, was now cut short, framing her face in a chic and confident manner. The traces of time etched upon her features only added to her beauty and wisdom.Bes
…Eva's pov… I continued scanning the bustling sidewalks, my eyes fell upon a vibrant poster on the other side of the street. It seemed to beckon me, promising a potential opportunity. With a quick glance to ensure my safety, I crossed the road, curiosity piqued.The poster, bold and eye-catching, announced in elegant font: “Now Hiring: Experienced Bartender.” Its vibrant colors and sleek design added to its allure, making it stand out amidst the surrounding advertisements. Excitement welled up within me as I recognized the potential of this opportunity.Swiftly, I retrieved my phone from my pocket, capturing a photo of the poster, ensuring I had all the necessary details at hand. The name of the bar, its address, and the contact information were carefully recorded in my digital notes, ready for further investigation.With the information safely stored in my phone, I embarked on a walk towards the address stated on the poster. As I traversed the streets, my anticipation grew, and soon
...Eva's pov...As I ventured back out onto the bustling streets, a sense of excitement filled my heart. The serendipitous encounter at the bar had left me feeling hopeful and motivated to explore more of what this city had to offer. With each step, I relished the opportunity to witness the changes and growth that had transformed Seattle since I last set foot here.As I strolled through the city, I marveled at the vibrant blend of old and new. Skyscrapers adorned the skyline, reaching for the heavens, while historic buildings stood as timeless reminders of the city's rich heritage. The streets were alive with a tapestry of cultures, as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.Exploring new neighborhoods, I discovered quirky cafes, charming boutiques, and eclectic art galleries. Each corner of the city held its own unique charm, beckoning me to delve deeper into its hidden gems. It was as if the city whispered tales of its growth and evolution, and I listened with rapt attention.After a da
...Eva's pov...As we continued our tour, I couldn't help but notice the camaraderie among the bartenders. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, effortlessly anticipating each other's needs. Their bond was evident, and I felt a sense of admiration for their unity.Finally, Eric led me to a row of neatly hung aprons. "Here's your apron," he said, handing one to me with a smile."Thank you," I said, donning the apron with a sense of pride. It was a symbolic gesture that signified my official entry into the world of bartending.As the day progressed, I eagerly absorbed every piece of information, learning the art of mixology and the importance of providing impeccable service to the customers. The other bartenders generously shared their tips and techniques, creating an atmosphere of support and camaraderie.My hands trembled slightly as I prepared my first cocktail under Eric's watchful eye. But with his guidance and encouragement, I began to gain confidence in my abilities. As
… Eva's pov…The weeks had flown by, and I had settled comfortably into my role as a bartender. The camaraderie among the staff had only grown stronger, and the bar felt like a second home to me. I was active, enthusiastic, and dedicated to providing the best service to our patrons, and it seemed that my efforts were appreciated as I received compliments from both customers and colleagues.As the day neared its end, I returned the serving tray and leaned against the counter to catch my breath. Just then, Eric approached me with a warm smile and a casual greeting. “Hey, Eva,” he said, nodding in acknowledgment.I returned his smile, feeling a sense of ease around him. “Hi, Eric. How's your day been?”Eric's expression turned slightly serious as he spoke. “I have something to ask of you,” he began. “We're short on staff for the night shift. Some workers aren't available, and we could really use your help to cover up.”I scratched my head, considering the request. The night shift was und
… Eva's pov…My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to shake off the unease that had settled upon me. I turned away from him, hoping he wouldn't recognize me, and focused on serving the other guests at the bar. I pretended to be engrossed in my work, but my mind was racing with fear and uncertainty.After I finished serving the drinks, I decided to make a quick escape by blending into a group of men standing nearby. I weaved my way through the crowd, trying to lose him in the sea of faces. As I looked back, there was no sign of him, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of relief.I took a deep breath, thinking that I had successfully evaded him. But suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and a chill ran down my spine. I froze in place, my heart pounding in my ears. Slowly, I turned around, and there he was, standing before me, wearing a knowing smile.My heart sank as I realized that he had found me. The fear and memories from our past rushed back, threatening to overwhelm me. I
… Eva's pov… I stared at Miles's furious eyes, my heart raced, and my mind scrambled to find the right words to say. He was convinced I had released those pictures, but the truth was, I had nothing to do with it. I knew who did it, but revealing the culprit meant exposing a dark secret that could shatter the fragile trust between Miles and me. For now, I had to protect myself from Miles, the real mastermind behind the deceit.My face contorted into a scowl as Miles accused me of lying. “You can't lie to me, Eva,” he said with a tone that mixed hurt and frustration. His grip on my hands tightened, but I had to remain strong. I couldn't let Miles fall victim to Miles' cunning games.“It was nothing,” I replied, trying to feign innocence as I shrugged my shoulders.Mile's doubt and anger were evident, but I was unable to bring myself to confess the truth. The fear of Miles' wrath kept my lips sealed. As I hurriedly walked away, my heart pounded in my chest, and my mind raced with fear an
…Eva's pov… I dropped onto the couch, my heart was pounding, my lips shivering with anticipation and anxiety. Thoughts raced through my mind as I looked at the closed door, wondering what secrets it held. My eyes then caught a glimpse of the phone lying on the couch beside me, a tempting source of answers.I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the phone, unsure if I wanted to know what lay hidden within its digital confines. But curiosity got the better of me, and I finally stretched my hand out to pick it up. With a deep breath, I unlocked the device and opened his social media profile, hoping to find some clues.As I scrolled through, I was relieved to see that no pictures had been released. However, I squinted my eyes, trying to discern any cryptic messages or hidden hints. Frowning, I moved on to his emails, searching for anything that might shed light on the mysterious deal.My heart raced as I delved deeper into his digital life, but there was still no sign of any com
… Eva's pov…I can't believe Miles right now. He's always been the one to trust, the one who understands me, but today feels different. I take a step back, one foot after the other, as I try to distance myself from the conversation. His frown deepens, and I can see the bewilderment in his eyes."What makes you think so?" he asks, his eyebrows slanting in concern. But I can't handle it right now. I don't want to listen to any of it. Not at all."I don't want to hear none of it," I say firmly, raising my voice to make my point clear. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my emotions getting the better of me. I wave my hands in frustration, trying to keep myself from breaking down."Eva," Miles starts to say, but I can't let him continue. I cut him off sharply, repeating myself, "At all! I don't want to hear none of it."My cheeks feel hot, and I know they must be flushed red. I hate feeling this way—angry, hurt, and confused all at once. Why can't things just be simple? Why does eve
… Eva's pov…I looked up, my eyes meeting Miles as he descended the stairs. My gaze was icy, concealing the turmoil of emotions beneath a Stoic exterior. It was hard to discern what I was truly thinking or feeling as I watched him approach, seemingly unfazed by my cold stare. Did he even realize the intensity of my scrutiny?As he reached the bottom of the stairs, I couldn't tear my eyes away. They narrowed slightly, betraying the lingering fixation on him. There was an undeniable tension between us, a history of unresolved conflicts and complicated emotions that lingered in the air.Our interactions were never warm or open. Silence hung heavy between us, speaking louder than any words we could exchange. The unspoken emotions were palpable, leaving anyone observing us curious about the nature of our relationship and the events that had led to this moment.I wondered if the coldness in my eyes would ever thaw, if we'd ever find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between us. Or perh
Eva's povI was busy in the kitchen, humming a soft tune to myself as I prepared breakfast. It had been two months since I moved into this house, and I had finally settled in, becoming familiar with the creaky floorboards and the way the morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window. The rhythmic clinking of utensils and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air, making me feel at home.As I was flipping pancakes on the stovetop, my phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, I saw that it was an unknown number. Usually, I'd let it go to voicemail, but something made me curious this time. Maybe it was the way the morning felt, a sense of adventure in the air, or simply the desire for a change from my usual routine.I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and picked up the phone, "Hello?""Eva, is that you?" a voice on the other end asked hesitantly.My heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced to identify the voice. It wasn't a voice I recognized immediately. "Yes, this is Eva. May I
...Nate's pov...As I sat in the car, my mind was filled with a mixture of concern and determination. I was on a call with someone who seemed to have crucial information, and I needed to be sure of its accuracy. "Are you really sure?" I asked, hoping for confirmation."Yes, sir," the person on the other end of the call replied confidently. "I am sure. We didn't report it earlier because we didn't immediately match her description with the lady in mention. But calculating the time, she must have been the one. Coupled with her ignorance and discretion as reported."I nodded, taking in the information carefully. It seemed that they had found a lead on Eva, and it was important for me to be fully informed to ensure her safety."Okay, okay," I replied, sounding convinced. "But... I hope no one else has this information that will trace her back to us.""No one," the voice reassured me. "She was, however, traced to the bar. Also, a bar attendant said someone took her. He matched the descripti
…Eva's pov…My eyes watered, and my lips quivered as I looked at Miles. His smile and laughter in response to my outburst only fueled my anger. “Damn you,” I howled, my voice a mix of frustration and hurt.He turned, seemingly unfazed by my emotional outburst, and casually mentioned that breakfast was ready. The sound of my stomach grumbling reminded me of my hunger, but I didn't want anything from him.“You think I want anything from you?” I growled, my hands balling into fists. I would rather not give him the satisfaction of knowing that his breakfast offer tempted me.“What are you waiting for?” he asked, standing there at the door post, seemingly unperturbed by my anger.I moved towards him, my eyebrows slanted with determination. My legs were still shaky, and I felt haggard from the emotional turmoil he had put me through. I knew he had planned this, trying to manipulate me by offering food when he knew I was hungry.He seemed to read my thoughts and confirmed it with a smirk. “Y
…Eva's pov… I watched Miles leave the room, my heart boiled with anger and frustration. How could he just walk away like that? After everything we shared, he acted as if it meant nothing to him. It felt like he was constantly pushing me away, and I couldn't bear it any longer.My chest heaved up and down as I tried to control my emotions. The sudden transformation had left my wolf weak, and the rush of emotions was overwhelming. I wanted to scream, to let out all the pent-up anger inside me, but I felt powerless to do anything.I clenched my fists, feeling the limits of my strength breaking, but there was no outlet for it. I couldn't take my anger out on Miles, even though part of me wanted to lash out at him for hurting me like this.As the rage subsided, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The emotional turmoil had drained me, and I could do nothing but stare weakly at the door through which Miles had left. It hurt to realize that I still cared for him despite everything.My
… Miles pov…I disengaged from Eva, rolling off her with a sense of relief washing over me. Our bodies had been intertwined, and the physical warmth between us was palpable. It was a mixture of emotions that I couldn't fully decipher.As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, as I moved a little my body came in contact with Eva's body again and I couldn't help but notice how Eva's body still radiated heat. My heart was pounding, and wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. The room felt stifling, and I needed to clear my head. What had just happened between us was passionate?Eva stirred beside me and her body seemed to get warmer. I glanced at her, wondering what she was thinking. Did she feel the same mix of emotions I did? Or was she just as confused as I was about where we stood?The moonlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon the room. It was a full moon and the beautiful moon made the room half visible. Her breaths heavy, and I could feel the warmth of h