Karl I step out of Abby’s office, my heart still pounding. It’s like a battlefield in there with emotional shrapnel all over the place. But I’m not naive enough to think I’m a mere bystander, oh no. I’m pretty sure I’m the damn cannon that fired the first shot. “Big moment, huh?” My wolf’s voi
Abby My hand freezes on the spreadsheet I’m working on when I hear a knock on my door. A soft, hesitant one that’s almost drowned out by the evening chatter of the restaurant. My heart instantly jumps to my throat. Is it Karl? Has he decided to make another appearance? But when I open the door,
Abby The clock on the wall reads 11:30 PM, its ticking slicing through the quietness of my office like a knife. I’m engrossed in the sea of paperwork in front of me when there’s a knock on the door—soft but persistent. My eyes dart up, half-expecting to see Chloe or maybe Leah, but it’s Karl lea
Karl Abby’s face looks apprehensive, which was exactly what I feared. When my secretary called me last week to come home for a pack meeting, my original plan was to slip back home on the day of the meeting and come back to the city without uttering a word. I wanted to just get my duties over wit
Abby My apartment door shuts behind me with a satisfying click after a long day of being away from home. With a sigh, I throw my bag on the couch, and flop down beside it. But it’s not long before I’m on my feet again, pacing my apartment floor as I chew on my lower lip. Karl’s proposition still
Abby The day starts just as any normal day should: with the aroma of simmering tomato sauce and sizzling bacon filling the restaurant, and the sound of happy breakfast customers wafting through the air. But as I settle into the rhythm of another busy workday, something feels off. I can’t quite e
“Go home,” I interrupt, trying to hide the mild annoyance in my voice—not directed at her, but rather at yet another hitch in the day. “Feel better, Sarah.” “Thanks, Abby.” But then, to make matters worse, I’ve barely been in my office for another half hour when Ben, another server, appears in t
Abby My eyes snap open to discover that someone, in the span of what feels like five minutes, my office has grown dark. There’s a hand on my shoulder, and an all-too-familiar face—with a smirk on it, of course—staring down at me. “Sleepy?” Karl asks, his lips twitching into a grin. I shake my