I don’t respond to that, because the moment her name leaves his mouth, my gaze begins scanning the room almost on instinct. I spot her on the far side of the venue, standing with a tall, sharply-dressed male guest who I don’t recognize. I feel the blood in my veins heat. The man’s smile lingers f
JASON. An hour into the party, I find myself leaning against one of the tall cocktail tables, nursing a glass of whiskey as my eyes trail Stacy across the room. She’s in her element—composed, graceful, effortlessly weaving through the crowd while ignoring me and ensuring everything runs seamlessly
STACY. (Two hours later) The chatter of the last few guests fades into the background as I stand near the entrance of the venue, double-checking the checklist in my head for the night’s wrap-up. Suddenly, I hear Alpha John’s warm voice behind me. “Stacy, dear,” he says, stepping closer with Lu
STACY. (Next morning) I wake up to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, stretching as the events of last night play in my mind. The party was a success, but Jason’s sudden disappearance keeps nagging at me. I slip out of bed and wrap myself in a robe, padding down the hall t
“Miss Stacy,” he greets, leaning back in his chair. “What brings you here so early?” “Where’s Jason?” I demand, crossing my arms. Alex raises an eyebrow. “He left the pack last night.” “What?” My voice comes out sharper than I intend. “With who?” “Alpha Daniel,” he answers, his tone casual,
STACY. As I drive toward the main road leading out of the pack, my thoughts circle back to Hannah’s earlier revelation. She knows too much about Jason’s reckless plan for it to be a coincidence, and the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. I glance over at her, sitting in the passenge
“We’ll have to walk from here,” I say, already stepping out of the car. The grass crunches under my boots as we move cautiously toward the woods. I’m about to call out if anyone is alive when heavy movements rustle through the trees ahead. Hannah and I freeze. My breath catches, and I instinctivel
JASON. (A few days later) The drive to Liam’s school feels unusually peaceful this morning. Stacy sits beside me in the passenger seat, her hands resting on her lap, while Liam chatters away in the back seat about everything under the sun. His excitement is infectious, and for a moment, I let my
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