Lionel’s POVI listened to the audio files again and again.Searching for any hint of deception. A slip of tongue…a lilt to her voice…words that hinted at previous plans. Something that would either put my doubts to rest or prove them right.I thought I caught hints of anger in her voice. A tightnes
It is only a studio apartment. But somehow Nan’s mattress laying innocently on the floor makes it seem so much bigger around her small space. As if she is surrounded by emptiness.The thought makes my guilt churn uncomfortably.My guilt only worsens as I listen to her try and downplay her struggles
Nan’s POV“But regardless…we can never be together. I will never be your pack’s Luna.”It kills me to say this to him.It was true that I missed him. No matter how much I tried to convince myself I didn’t. Or to hide my hurt behind anger.I missed Lionel. I missed our friendship. I missed being able
I wanted to hold her to me. To beg her to confide in me. To know what thoughts put that look on her face.But that was not currently my place to do.I swore to myself that it would be soon.Despite what she said…I knew we were meant to be mates. Our last night together was enough of a confirmation f
Nan’s POVA banging at my door jerks me from my sleepy dozing.My internal clock tells me it’s late. Not quite morning, but definitely not night either. I groan. I know my job interview will be hellish.I go up to the door. I glance through the peep hole. The person on the other side is a surprise t
He looks intensely into my eyes. Allowing me to see the vulnerability there. It brings me some peace to know my heart is not the only one on the line.“I promise you Nan. I will never do anything like that again. I could write up a contract if you would like.”His voice is serious. But I catch the t
Nan’s POVIt was parent-teacher conference day.An event I was not previously invited to last time. This time Lionel personally informed me. Another positive change to our routine.“Mom, mom! You have to hurry up.” Vera half asked, half commanded.We are walking toward the school. Both girls walk at
Lionel and I begin to open our mouths to explain. To try and clarify our rather complicated circumstances. But we are beaten to it.“Yes, this is our mommy!” Vera says loudly. Too loud.I see heads turn to look in our direction. Whispers from parents echoing down the hallways. My cheeks burn.“Actua