For a moment, I considered going to Logan. The recent tension between us stopped me. I didn’t feel like I could go to him.By the end of the workday, the rumors were already spreading. Word had gotten around that I was under suspicion for embezzling from the pack’s accounts. People who were once fri
EmilyThe days following the carnival felt like walking on shifting sands. One moment, everything felt fine. We settled into this space where we were two people figuring each other out. The next, the weight of the words the fortune teller spoke hung over me, heavy and suffocating.Fated mates.I cou
Emily had given me a look, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s ride it together.”“Alright,” I agreed, and I followed her onto the ride.The ferris wheel creaked and groaned as it began to rise, the lights below growing smaller and more distant. We sat in silence for a while, both of us staring
LoganThe beach stretched out before us, endless and calming, as Emily and I walked side by side. The day had unfolded like a storybook, but not the typical prince and princess fairytale.It was one where I wasn’t sure whether I was the hero or the villain. She had been so open with me that day, mor
I had never seen this side of him before. It was like watching a man pull apart the armor he had been wearing for years, piece by piece.By the time we left the room, he was no longer the distant, aloof leader I had first met. He was softer. His usual cold demeanor was replaced with something far mo
EmilyThe weekend creeped up on us. After a stressful first week of living together, I thought maybe it was time we got out of the house. Together.It wasn’t going to be like the last date either, the one that Logan had planned and filled with an expensive show and a fancy dinner.The day I had plan
Emily’s hand squeezed mine under the table. Before I had the chance to interject, she answered Eric calmly.“I don’t think that’s the proper way to behave around the dinner table.”Eric scowled. “It was just a joke.”“Regardless, it was in poor taste.” Emily took a bite of her food. “Unlike this ama
LoganI couldn’t stop thinking about our almost-kiss.It replayed in my mind like a looped song I couldn’t turn off. I vividly remembered the way the candlelight had caught in her hair, how her breath had hitched as I leaned in, and the quiet moment before I stepped away. The look in her eyes had be
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Thank you.”True to his word, he made an effort. They were clumsy efforts, but efforts nonetheless. He loaded the dishwasher incorrectly, and I corrected it when he wasn’t looking. He wiped down counters with too much force.He tried, and I tried to soften. I did my best not