JASON. Stacy’s door slams shut, and I’m left sitting alone in my car, her sharp words still hanging in the air like a slap to the face after I just spoke to my son. False hope? The accusation digs deep, but I can’t say she’s wrong. I did tell Liam what he wanted to hear, and I meant every word
--- When I get home, the first thing I see is Nicole sitting in the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine like she hasn’t done a damn thing wrong. “Nicole,” I snap, and her head jerks up. She blinks at me, all fake innocence, but I’m not in the mood to play her games. “Which document did you capture
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STACY "Is it just me, or is time standing still in this pack?" I swirl the red wine in my glass, staring blankly at the kitchen counter as my mind replays the day's events. From receiving two unknown threats on my life to hearing Jason’s reckless promises to Liam, the weight of it all presses h
I lean back, sinking into the high stool. “I guess you’re right. I just... I don’t want to make another mistake.” “You won’t,” Daniel says firmly. “And whatever happens, you’ll always have people to lean on. Like me.” A small smile tugs at my lips, the tension in my chest loosening. “Thanks, Dan
STACY. Jason leans in too much, lowering his voice just a little. His intoxicating scent takes over me like a warm embrace, pulling me closer with every breath, leaving my mind hazy and my heart racing in a way I can't control. “I think you should add more flowers. They soften the mood. Kind of
“How so?” I shake my head, incredulous. “I was under a spell Stacy,” he says in one breath and I scoff. Here comes the love potion excuse. “Don’t you dare make this about being under a spell. You left because it your mind was weak for Nicole. That's why.” “I know that now,” he admits, his voi
NICOLE. My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the counter, desperately trying to find some stability amidst the storm raging inside me. To make matters worse, the exhaustion is unbearable; I haven’t slept since Jason dropped the bombshell. His words haunt me, replaying in my mind like a never-
I take her hand, squeezing it gently. Now is the time I show her that I will choose her over my mother if I had to. “Enough talk about my mom, come with me. I’ve got something that will cheer you up.” She raises an eyebrow but follows me downstairs and out into the garden. The space is lit with s
DANIEL. Sitting in my home office, I rub my temples as I reread the anonymous notes Hannah received earlier. The words are etched in my mind, taunting me. ‘Leave Daniel before it's too late.’ Whoever sent them isn’t just trying to scare her. They’re trying to drive a wedge between us. And that m
Her words land like a blow, but I keep my voice steady. “Every Luna brings her own strengths to the role.” “True,” Margaret says, though her tone suggests otherwise… Hannah -2, Margaret -1. After lunch, she shows me the pack nursery which is alive with the sound of giggles and playful growls as p
HANNAH. “Let me make one thing clear, Hannah,” Margaret’s voice cuts through the stillness as we step into the foyer. She turns to face me, her sharp features illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window. “I don’t want you running to Daniel every time we have a conversation. It will o
HANNAH. Minutes later, the dining room is filled with the comforting aroma of fresh pastries and freshly brewed coffee. I savor the quiet moment with Daniel, relishing the way his gaze holds mine, as though nothing else in the world matters. “Do you think your pack will ever get used to me?” I tea
HANNAH. (meanwhile in Blue Moon) The first rays of sunlight seep through the curtains, spilling a soft, golden light across the room. My body feels pleasantly achy, a tender reminder of the endless passion Daniel and I shared in the past two days cooked up in his room since we arrived here. I
STACY. ‘Marry me again!?’ The words take my breath away. Oh my Goddess. That's why he's been acting strange all evening. He wanted to proposal... My heart pounds wildly as I struggle to steady my racing pulse. “What?” I whisper, my anger evaporating in an instant. Jason doesn’t respond imme
He exhales slowly, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I think he might actually say what’s on his mind. But instead, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to fight with you, love. Just let it go.” “No,” I say firmly, climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside him. “I won’t let it go, Jason. If you’re
STACY. (Three hours later) The evening had been perfect—or so I thought. The grand opening of my building went off without a hitch after the lights came back on, but something about Jason’s demeanor since then has left me uneasy. We barely spoke on the ride home. He was unusually quiet, his jaw