Abby Today has been a whirlwind of frustration and disappointment. After the health inspector shut down my restaurant and the news media turned against me, I know I have to do something. I can’t just sit around and let my reputation crumble without a fight. So, I decide to take matters i
“Mr. Caldwell,” I say, trying to keep my tone polite, “I need a favor.” He turns to me, his expression one of mild annoyance. “Abby,” he says, “I’m in the middle of something important. Can this wait?” I take a deep breath and decide to push. “It’s about the CCTV footage from your security c
Karl I make my way back to the pack territory, leaving Abby behind in the city. It’s not an easy decision, but it’s what she wants. Besides, like she said, the pack needs my attention. I’ve only been home for a day, but I’ve been lost in pack matters the entire time. I feel bad that I ca
Today, during a particularly important meeting with other pack leaders, I find myself distracted. The conversation revolves around alliances and trade agreements, but my mind keeps drifting to Abby and the challenges she’s facing. I try to refocus, but it’s a struggle. One of the busines
Abby I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The footage from Mr. Caldwell’s gallery security cameras clearly shows a hooded figure walking toward the side door of my restaurant on the night of the Alpha party. But on my own CCTV footage, at the exact same time, the figure just keeps walking down t
“No problem,” Colin says. With a new sense of determination, I head out of the store and begin hurrying down the street, straight toward the nearest police station. I have to show them the footage; surely they’ll be able to do something, right? As I’m walking, my phone rings, and I hesitate
Abby I can’t believe I’m back at the police station again. It feels like deja vu, but I’m here on something new this time. Rather than a potential arson, I’m here because someone may have poisoned the food at the Alpha gathering and framed me. Although, perhaps those two events are related.
I think, furrowing my brow. “No,” I say, shaking my head at first. “There isn’t anyone.” Officer Martinez raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” For a few more moments, I just think, my eyes fixed on my lap. But then, it finally occurs to me. Gianna and Daniel. I take a deep breath, meet