SOPHIA'S POVThat week flew by in a blur. My delivery was smooth, the twins were healthy, and after all the necessary checks and monitoring, we were allowed to go home.The place I called home was a cozy two-bedroom flat nestled in the heart of the town. I had fallen in love with it at first sight, and it had once been the only slim ray of light in my life.I gazed at the building as it came into view, the drive from the hospital a long one.“So, which one is yours?” Lucas asked, looking around the block.“That one,” I said, pointing at the one with the little lights twinkling around the edges.“I don't think I even needed to ask you. I could tell right away as soon as you pointed it out. It looks very you,” Lucas chuckled as he pulled into the driveway.“Hey.” I lightly punched him on the shoulder. “It just shows personality. And I'll decide to take that as a compliment.”“Whatever you say, Sophia,” he said as he killed the engine.“Hey,” I said as he opened his side of the car. “Tha
SOFIA'S POV Five years later… “Mommy, mommy!” My twins chorused as they tugged my hands, pulling me forward. Alex tried to simultaneously pull his sister forward too, forgetting we were already moving at the same pace. He nearly tripped over his own feet but quickly regained his balance. “Yes, my babies? Alex, be careful. Come here, hold my other hand.” I reached out, and he walked over and slipped his tiny hand into mine. “Mommy, New York is huge! Has it always been this big? Mommy, what's that thing there? Mommy, it's going so fast!” Alex spoke quickly, his words tumbling over each other like they couldn't wait to escape. His wide eyes darted around the airport terminal, taking in everything at once. “Slow down, Alex. You're confusing me.” Alexia, his twin sister, complained, her tone much more measured and firm. “But Mommy heard what I said, didn't you, Mommy?” He looked up at me, his eyes the color of clouds. He didn’t even wait for a response before turning back to his sis
SOPHIA'S POVThe rush hour arrived, and the bell on the door chimed accordingly, signaling the entrance of customer after customer. While that usually would have snapped up my attention, the man just a little behind everyone else caught my eye.I watched him raise a sign and read it just as he whispered in my ear, "Need a hand?" That seemed to do the trick, yanking me from my shock. I crossed the space in what usually took me more seconds, shoving against the onslaught of people coming in.I stopped when I was right in front of him.“Hi.” I was breathless from basically sprinting to meet him.“Hey, you.” He stepped closer, into my space. “I see you're a blonde now.”“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I shoved him on the shoulder. “Did you and Grace plan this?”He laughed, catching my hand to stop the attack. “No, we didn't. And hey, is this the greeting I get after all these years?”“It will be if you continue this. You should know not to comment on a woman's hair unless you have
SOPHIA'S POV“Hey hey, stranger danger. It's just me. Calm down, tiger.” Lucas chuckled as he entered the kitchen, holding his hands up in mock surrender. He walked up to me and grabbed the makeshift weapon from my hands, the pan clanging on the board.“Yeah, sorry. I just thought it was someone else.”“Who else could it have been?” Lucas asked, brushing it off.His question brought up a concern that had been lurking in the back of my mind for the past five years. If they ever found out…I shook my head, bringing myself out of it. Not right now. I couldn't worry about that right now. “So, uhm, yeah, you said you wanted to talk?”“Yeah, I wanted to… Are you good?” He looked hesitant to carry on, probably having sensed the change in my mood.“Yeah, definitely. I'm good.” I reassured him, adding a smile for good measure.“You know you can talk to me about anything, yeah? Anything at all.” Lucas probed, his eyes searching. I couldn't afford to give anything away, so I brushed off his conc
Sophia’s POV Five Years Ago… “Are you sure you wanna do this?” Grace asked, following me into the room where I was shoving things into a bag. She had been a constant presence in this house ever since the phone call about a month ago. It was still fresh in my mind… She had arrived and met me watching over the twins. “Hey. You sounded stressed over the phone. You wanna talk about it? And I promise, I’m being a friend and not your therapist right now,” she ended with a little nudge. She waited, but I still said nothing. “Wow. Tough crowd.” “I don’t want to make a mistake with them. Just looking at them… they’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I can’t lose them.” “Hey, hey. You won’t lose them. I promise you.” Grace rubbed my shoulders comfortingly. “But you don’t know that, Grace. You don’t know that.” And she really didn’t know that. There were too many unknowns, and too many factors to consider that could come into play. How was I supposed to balance everything? How was I
SOPHIA POVThe ride to the airport was silent, neither of them wanting to fill it. The twins were in the backseat, blissfully asleep. It had been a blessing that they were usually peaceful. Grace had made a comment about how she wished that when she had children, they would be as peaceful as Alex and Alexia.But she didn’t know the circumstances whatsoever. I almost felt bad about withholding the truth from my best friend, but she wouldn't understand. It was for her own safety.And besides, she wouldn’t believe me even if I told her. I wouldn’t believe it if I were in her shoes either. Really? Werewolves?I smiled ruefully to myself, and Grace picked up on it. “Something up?”“No, nothing.” My facial muscles returned to their normal resting position.“Good. So, have you told Lucas yet?”“Told him what?” I asked, playing dumb.“You know what I’m talking about.” She gave me a sideways look.I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. “No, I haven’t. And before you say anything, it’s
SOPHIA'S POVThe drive back to my place reminded me of old times. Grace had the windows down, her wavy chestnut hair blowing in the wind. Her face was mostly free of makeup, her elegant features needing no help to shine the spotlight on her beauty. She threw her head back and laughed, the energy free between them.“You know, you really have changed.”I shrugged in reply. “Well, what can I say? The Italians really rubbed off on me.”“I'm sure they did. Am I friends with a bilingual person now?” Grace asked jokingly, and they laughed. But their moment was short-lived when her phone rang, cutting off the sound of their voices.She glanced at the screen, then dropped it back, letting it ring out. It stopped for a bit, then started up again. I glanced between her and the phone, not saying anything.Finally, my curiosity won out. “You're not going to answer it?”“No. I'm not.” Her hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter.“Okay. Why not?” I pushed more, knowing I was missing something
SOPHIA'S POVHearing that had really put things into perspective for me. Before he went home that day, he had found me trying over and over to get the sweet bread right. Although the academy was usually closed during Christmas, that year, they had decided to leave it open. A few of us had stuck around, and I spent that Christmas baking the bread until it turned out perfectly. The dough had been okay, it had proofed for the right amount of time, and the temperature had been perfect.Mr. Antonio had dropped by to get something from his office and had peeped into the cooking space, unbeknownst to me, and found me celebrating my success loudly.“You like how that feels?” he had called out. I paused and turned around, finally aware he was there. “That's the result of perseverance, dedication, and strength.”He left, and I really understood what he meant that day in his office. I couldn't focus on the past. I could only focus on the future and put my all into shaping everything I wanted it
LUCAS' POVThe office felt colder than usual.Or maybe that was just me.I’d been back since morning, but it was already past noon and I hadn’t done much besides flip through reports and sip on lukewarm coffee that had long since lost its appeal. Numbers blurred together on the screen. Charts and forecasts passed without registering. My team had kept their distance, offering polite nods and updates without pushing for conversation.I couldn't blame them. I wasn’t in the mood for it either.Every time I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows, all I saw was her face. Sophia. That soft, stunned expression she wore when I got down on one knee. The kind eyes that didn’t sparkle with joy, only guilt. The gentle way she let me down. There was no cruelty in it – she never had that in her – but it still hit like a punch to the gut.I thought I had prepared myself. I thought… maybe I’d stand a chance. But there was no mistaking it now. Her heart belonged to someone else.The knock on my door b
LUCAS' POVThe silence hung between us long after she’d spoken.“I wanted to give you the answer you deserve.” She had said, voice soft but steady. “But if I said yes, it wouldn’t be fair.”Not fair.The words rang in my head like a bell I couldn’t unhear.I didn’t say anything then. Just nodded. I don’t even remember standing up or placing the ring box back in my pocket. It all felt mechanical, like watching myself from outside my own body.Now I was outside, on the cabin porch, the cold air biting through the warmth of the fire still burning inside. I kept my hands shoved deep in my coat pockets as I stared into the dark woods. The lake glimmered faintly beyond the trees, silver and glassy beneath the full moon.She hadn’t come after me.I didn’t blame her.What could she possibly say?The thing was… I’d known. Somewhere deep down, I’d known her heart wasn’t mine. I’d seen it in the way her smile never quite reached her eyes when I brought her flowers. In how she always hesitated be
SOPHIA'S POVIt started with a note on the counter.Just one line. “Don’t make plans tonight. Dress warm. Trust me.”Lucas.The handwriting was unmistakably his – clean, a little slanted, written with the same kind of confidence he carried into boardrooms and kitchens alike. I stared at it for a moment, a faint smile pulling at my lips. He knew how much I hated surprises. And he was doing it anyway.By the time I dropped the twins off at Mrs. Jackson’s for their overnight stay, the sky had deepened into a dusky pink. Lucas was waiting for me in his car, door already open, wearing that charcoal coat I secretly loved. He stood up straighter when he saw me – like he was nervous, but trying not to show it.“You look beautiful.” He said, eyes lingering just long enough to warm my skin.“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I slid into the passenger seat. “What are we doing?”“You’ll see.”I gave him a look.“Okay, fine. I’ll give you a hint.” He glanced at me with a grin. “You’ve been there b
LUCAS' POV The drive to my mother’s house from the airport was shorter than I remembered. Maybe it was the lack of traffic or the way the late afternoon sunlight stretched across the road, golden and slow. Or maybe I just hadn’t realized how long it had been since I made this trip. I used to visit once a month. Then once every two. Now… Well, I hadn’t been home since I came with Sophia. Pulling into the driveway, I killed the engine and sat there for a moment, staring at the modest house. White siding, blue shutters, flowerbeds brimming with tulips and wild lavender. Everything was exactly how I remembered it, like time hadn’t touched it – even though it clearly had. I grabbed the wine I’d picked up on the way and headed for the front door. Before I could knock, it swung open. “There’s my boy!” My mother stood there, arms wide, her smile brighter than the sun behind her. She didn’t wait for me to answer – just pulled me in and squeezed me like she hadn’t seen me in years.
LUCAS' POVI never liked small talk. I didn’t have the patience for it. Business was business, and I preferred things to stay efficient, direct, no fluff. But then she came into the office.Victoria.She’d been introduced as a new consultant for the company’s expansion project, and from the moment I saw her, I could tell she was different. She had this way about her – so composed, so polished. She moved through the office like she owned it, like she was in control, and it wasn’t long before I found myself paying attention to her more than I cared to admit.At first, it was just little things. She’d smile at me across the room, but it wasn’t one of those “polite office smiles”. No. It was more like she was sizing me up. I wasn’t used to being looked at like that, especially not in a room full of busy people, but there it was.I didn’t think much of it at first. That is, until she knocked on my office door one Wednesday morning.“Good morning, Luca.” She greeted me, stepping inside, a c
SOPHIA'S POVI sat in the living room, fingers tightly curled into fists in my lap, my eyes fixed on the coffee table in front of me. The weight of everything that had happened today pressed down on me. The note, the disappearance, the fear that had gripped my chest when I found the twins’ beds empty – everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.Daniel sat across from me, leaning forward, his face creased in concern. He had tried to get me to talk about it since he arrived, but I kept finding ways to sidestep the darker details. It felt too heavy to say aloud, too impossible to believe, but I had no choice.“I don't get it, Sophia.” He said, his voice calm but laced with disbelief. “How did they just... disappear like that? You said you left them in bed.”I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck as if that would ease the tension building there. “Yeah, I did. I left them sleeping. Nothing unusual. But then... I found the note. It said, 'I'm here for you, Sophia. Miss me?'” I swa
MALACHI’S POV The night was thick with shadows, but I was no stranger to darkness. I was, in fact, its most loyal companion. It embraced me, welcomed me, as it had since the day I was driven from the pack, from everything I once had. And now, from my place just outside Sophia’s house, I could feel the tension tightening around me, wrapping like a knot. I stayed hidden, cloaked in the deep darkness of the alleyway, the dim glow of the porch lights casting long, skeletal shadows across the yard. The sound of the wind moved through the trees, but my attention never moved from the house. The world beyond was irrelevant. Unimportant. All that mattered now was her. Sophia. I couldn’t stop myself from watching her, even if every part of me screamed that I should’ve been closer, taking what was rightfully mine. Sophia, with her delicate beauty, the curve of her neck, the soft flicker of light catching the strands of her dark hair. She was standing in the doorway, her expression a mixt
SOPHIA'S POVI stepped inside, the familiar scent of home greeting me, but something was... wrong. The door clicked softly behind me, and the silence that followed was almost suffocating. I hadn’t expected the house to feel so still, so quiet. But it was more than that. It felt empty in a way that twisted something deep inside me.I hesitated, standing in the entryway. The house was usually alive with noise – Alex and Alexia’s laughter, their endless chatter, the thumping of their footsteps as they ran through the halls. But now… nothing.I swallowed hard, the unease crawling up my spine as my fingers curled around my bag. I’d seen the note at the door, my heart already racing before I even touched it.“I'm here for you Sophia. Miss me?” The words had burned into my mind, and now, with the house so eerily silent, my stomach twisted painfully.“Alex? Alexia?” I called, my voice too small in the empty air. It felt like I was shouting into a void. No answer. Just that thick, pressing sil
SOPHIA'S POVLola was quiet for a moment, her hand loosely wrapped around her mug. Then, with a glance that was far too knowing for my liking, she said gently, “So… how do you really feel about him?”Her words settled like mist in the cozy room, quiet and unassuming, but thick enough that I couldn’t ignore them.I stared into my tea like it might offer a better answer than I could. It didn’t. “I don’t know.” I said, which was technically true, if you just didn't count all the parts of me screaming otherwise.Lola’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, please. That’s the most suspicious ‘I don’t know’ I’ve heard all week – and I’ve had three customer complaints and a guy who claimed his espresso was ‘emotionally cold.’”I laughed despite myself. “Emotionally cold?”“He said it lacked soul. I gave him a biscotti and told him to take it up with his therapist.”I nearly spit my tea. “God, I’ve missed this.”“What, sarcasm and caffeine-fueled delusions?”“Exactly that.” I smiled, then let it slip. “And…