OliviaGetting dressed in all black for Alvin’s funeral felt like I was preparing to say goodbye one last time; and it was a goodbye that I knew I could never be ready for. I stared at myself in the mirror as I slipped on my black dress, and it felt as though I was staring at a completely different person.It had been only a week since Jenifer was sent to prison, but it felt like so much longer. Our days had become consumed with funeral preparations, police questioning, and trying to figure out what came next.Nathan, of course, had been distant ever since everything had happened. The loss of Alvin, the discovery of Jenifer’s disguise, and the loss of an uncle who was never really here took its toll on all of us.I knew that deep down, he blamed himself for what had happened, even though there was no way he could have known the extent of Jenifer’s hatred.As I finished buttoning my dress, I cast a sideways glance at Nathan. His eyes were fixed on the floor, his thoughts a million mile
OliviaThe sun was hanging high in the sky by the time Nathan and I veered away from the park. Alvin’s statue loomed in the center, and I couldn’t fully pull my eyes away.“I can’t believe you did that,” I murmured as we pushed Elliot and Aurora in their stroller, still dressed in our funeral clothes. “That was a really sweet gesture, Nathan.”Nathan offered me a small smile and gave my hand a squeeze. “I couldn’t just bury him and be done with it,” he said quietly. “At the end of the day, he was our best friend.”I paused to look at him. His face had brightened ever so slightly, as though a slight weight had been lifted from his shoulders now that the funeral was over. But there was still that faraway look in his eyes, and I knew that it would be a long time before either of us healed from this whole ordeal.“Can I be honest?” I asked as we passed beneath a tall oak tree.“Always,” Nathan replied.I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully, before I continued. “Is it bad that
OliviaTwo months had passed since the tumultuous events that had shaken our lives. Late autumn had set in, and a cool, crisp breeze had replaced the summer’s warm air. The trees had changed their colors from vibrant greens to brilliant reds and oranges, and it felt like the world was starting over freshDespite the challenges we had faced, everything seemed to be settling into something that felt a little bit like normalcy. I still visited Alvin’s grave whenever I could, but lately, it felt like life was getting in the way. I had a feeling that Alvin would have understood, though.As I stood in front of the mirror, dressing the twins in warm outfits for the day, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much they had grown in such a short time. Elliot and Aurora, now nearly six months old, were thriving and beginning to crawl, exploring the world with their curious eyes.My own body was undergoing changes too. I was still in the early stages of my pregnancy, my belly barely showing a hint of
Nathan“Thank you again for meeting with me, Mr. Forsythe,” I said, standing from the conference table and shaking the hand of the man who had been sitting across from me. “I’m certain that this agreement will benefit both of our packs.”Mr. Forsythe, the older Alpha who was shaking my hand now, gave me a curt nod. His eyes were a cold gray color, and his demeanor was just as cold. He was a good Alpha, though, and an even better businessman.“I certainly hope so,” he said in that gravelly tone of voice that had become oddly annoying to me over the past thirty minutes that we had been hashing out this plan. “With the land you’ve conceded to my pack, this logging business will finally have a chance to boom.”“And the profits?” I asked, just wanting to reiterate one last time in case he tried to pull the wool over my eyes.“Yes, yes,” Mr. Forsythe said with another curt nod. “As discussed: seventy-thirty split. My pack keeps seventy percent of the profits, and yours keeps thirty. For the
Olivia“You won’t regret this,” Angela said as she gripped me by both shoulders and shoved me toward the door of the bakery. “Now get in there!”Before I could come up with a retort, I was already being shoved inside. The door on the bell chimed pleasantly, and the woman behind the counter looked up to see me standing there with a nervous expression on my face. Her name was Ms. Abernathy, although I didn’t know her first name.“Oh! Luna!” Ms. Abernathy said, wiping her hands on her apron. “Can I help you?”I swallowed, glancing around. The bakery was mostly empty, with only a few people sitting at various tables. It seemed as though the breakfast rush had already come and gone, and I was glad that there wasn’t much of a crowd.“Erm… Actually,” I said as I approached the counter, “I saw you had a help wanted sign in the window—”“Oh, yes,” she said with a grin. “One of our bakers left to follow her dreams in the big city. Do you know someone who might want the job?”For a moment, I alm
OliviaThe next morning, I found myself standing outside the front door to the bakery. It was still early in the morning, and with the twins in their stroller and my filled-out application in hand, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was making the right decision.The application had clearly stated that they were searching for a baker with a culinary arts degree; and considering the fact that I hadn’t even been able to go to college due to my father’s and my financial situation, I had a pretty good feeling that my application would wind up in the trash for the second time.But, then again, Nathan’s words echoed in my mind.“The worst they can say is no, right?”His words had truly bolstered my confidence, and besides, he was right; the worst they could say was no. And maybe it would be a little embarrassing, but I wouldn’t know until I tried. I had had plenty of rejections before in my life, anyway. What was one more?As I approached the bakery’s entrance, I hesitated for a moment, my hea
Olivia“Thank you all for coming. I have a very special announcement today.”Nathan’s voice boomed across the park as he leaned into the microphone. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and he had called a meeting in the park. I already knew what he was announcing: The First Snow Festival.“Our pack has been through a lot in recent history,” he continued, addressing the group of pack members who had gathered, as well as the camera crew that was broadcasting his speech on the local news. “And our traditions, the things that once brought us together, have nearly been forgotten.”He paused, licking his lips for a moment. I was standing beside him with Aurora and Elliot in their stroller, the perfect picture of a happy little family. I always hated things like this—I hated the attention—but if it was good for Nathan’s image as Alpha, then I would happily do it.“Perhaps some of you have felt as though I have not been performing as well as your Alpha as you would like,” he said. “And perhaps you
OliviaAfter the gossips walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that had settled in my chest. Doubt gnawed at me, and I felt like I was making a big mistake by pursuing the bakery apprenticeship. I sighed and turned my attention back to the decorations and preparations for the First Snow Festival.“You should confront them,” my wolf said, annoyed at me. “You’re the Luna, and you’re allowing them to speak to you like that?”“People can have their opinions,” I replied inwardly with a soft sigh as I began tying the red ribbons around the tree branches. “As the Luna, I’d be better off letting their remarks roll off my back.”Jade growled ever so slightly in my mind. “But they’re not rolling off your back,” she complained. “They’re bothering you, making you question yourself. You shouldn’t just let them do that.”I let out another sigh. Jade was right; I shouldn’t have let them say things like that, and I especially shouldn’t have let their petty words bother me. But it was too late now
OliviaI gripped the edges of the podium, my knuckles whitening from the strain as I stared out over the sea of faces. All eyes were trained squarely on me, awaiting my words. But I was frozen.A tremor of nausea wormed its way up my throat as I stared out at them. What was I thinking—how could I have ever agreed to this? Speaking to crowds had never been my forte; that was Nathan’s arena, not mine. I was just the woman behind the scenes, the young mom who had never gone to college, the one who had been handed her job by her husband…Suddenly, a flicker of motion off to the side caught my eye—Nathan, standing just at the edge of the stage with his arms folded across his chest. Even from this distance, I could feel the weight of his steady gaze, that piercing Alpha stare that always seemed to see straight into the depths of my soul.He must have sensed my faltering because, slowly, deliberately, he offered me the faintest of smiles and a single, reassuring nod.And just like that, the
Olivia I looped my arm through Nathan’s as we stepped down from the podium, the applause from the crowd and the flashing of cameras having finally subsided after what felt like an eternity. “It’s over,” Nathan beamed, giving my arm a squeeze. “That wasn’t so bad.” I couldn’t help but grin back at him. “No, it wasn’t. You were great up there.” And he really had been great; the press conference had been an overwhelming success—any lingering doubts or trepidation we had harbored before had been utterly blown away by the sheer force of the crowd’s enthusiastic response. For so long, it had felt like we were fighting this battle alone, like the victims who had suffered under Dan’s horrific operation were little more than nameless, faceless casualties. But today, we had finally given them a voice. Their stories had reached the masses, had resonated and struck a chord with everyone who watched. Nathan had handled all of the questions that were thrown his way with poise and ease
OliviaI rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.”Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference.
OliviaI wiped a bead of sweat from my brow, slowly turning to survey the progress that had been made in the park. The banners we had hung were a bold purple color, signifying our support of the women who had been affected by the trafficking ring.I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I looked at our progress. With the press conference today, followed by a festival to help raise funds for the shelter we were building, the park was bustling with activity as our pack members worked hard
NathanI leaned back in my chair with a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stave off the encroaching headache. Spread out on my desk was an array of file folders, legal pads scrawled with notes, and printed transcripts—a minefield of information that would need to be carefully navigated on the day of the upcoming press conference.It had been two weeks since Dan and Montgomery’s bodies were found in the confinement pit, and it had been a dizzyin
OliviaMy hands shook uncontrollably as I stepped up to the edge of the pit, clutching the metal grating until my knuckles turned white. A thick, cloying stench wafted up from the darkness below—the unmistakable reek of death and decay.Despite the waves of nausea already roiling in my gut, I leaned forward for a closer look.
OliviaThe air coming through the open windows smelled like the fresh sea breeze as we made our way from room to room, touring every nook and cranny of the newly completed cottage. It was perfect—cozy and quaint, while still boasting all the modern amenities one could want. But more than that, it was a sanctuary, a haven.A fresh start.
OliviaThe sound of power tools outside streamed in through the window while I folded the laundry, a distant backdrop to my swirling thoughts. I had grown used to the sound, and actually kind of enjoyed it. It was a reminder that life went on, that our family was growing.It had been a couple of weeks since I had made the decision to take a temporary leave from work in order to really focus on my family—on rebuilding that long-severed bond with my mother—and I was glad I did.
NathanI couldn’t stop the rage from simmering just beneath the surface as I made my way through the darkened forest toward the confinement pit. No one knew I was here—I was coming under the cover of night, my hair and face concealed by a hood.But I had to come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and Montgomery, and I needed to see them.