JASON. As soon as Stacy calls to apologize, I feel a weight lift. It’s the smallest thing, but it feels huge. This is progress—she actually called me first, willing to make things right. I don’t think I’ve been this hopeful in a long time… When we finally meet outside the pack mall, I catch the
She studies me, finally relenting with a small smile. “Okay, maybe just a few things.” She walks around, this time actually looking at the items for herself. I watch her pick out a couple of scarves, a soft sweater, and a delicate bracelet excitedly. Afterward, arms full of bags, we all head to my
STACY. I’m still rattled from what happened on the rooftop as we step back into Jason’s office. He’s watching me closely, his jaw tight with worry, though he tries to mask it with small talk and polite smiles as we pass his packmates. The sense of disconnect—the strange lapse in time—clings to
“Has this happened before?” she asks, leaning forward with that sharp, clinical look she gets when she’s in doctor mode. “No, not like this. But…” I hesitate, feeling silly for even bringing it up. “When I got back to Jason’s office, there was something in my bag. I don’t remember putting it there
JASON. I watch Stacy from the doorway of my office as she stands on the balcony, her figure bathed in the fading glow of the midday sun. There’s something off about her posture—the way her shoulders slump ever so slightly, the way her hands grip the railing tighter than they need to. She hasn’t be
--- By the time lunch arrives, the tension in the air has eased somewhat. Liam chatters happily on the carpet, showing off his colorful drawings as Stacy and I sit together at the table. “Mommy, look!” Liam calls out, holding up a crayon sketch of what I can only assume is our family. “It’s be
DANIEL. The office feels stifling. Papers clutter my desk, demanding my attention, but my thoughts are elsewhere—on her. No matter how much I try to focus, her face keeps invading my mind. Her voice, her scent, the way her eyes sparkle with mischief yet hold secrets she won’t dare share. It’s madd
DANIEL. I'm going to make sure we're both more than satisfied. My hand roughly cups her breast over her shirt and she moans. "No, not here, it's too open and I don't want anyone seeing us," she gets into her car and I follow her immediately, jumping in the front seat with her. The windows are ti
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