LOGINThe city was quieter than usual that night.Rain had started again, slow and steady, painting the streets with silver light. The sky looked heavy, as if it was carrying too many secrets.Liora stepped out of the building, her coat pulled tight around her. The wind brushed her hair across her face, cool and soft. She walked quickly down the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the wet pavement.She had stayed longer than she planned.Too long.Her thoughts were a mess. She kept seeing Jasper’s face — the calmness in his eyes, the warmth in his voice, the way he’d said her name as if it meant more than just an employee’s name. It unsettled her.Because deep down, she knew she was already fighting something she didn’t want to name.When she finally reached home, the lights inside were dim. Jonathan was asleep on the couch, one arm hanging off the side. Elara was curled up beside him, her little hand holding his shirt. The sight made Liora smile softly despite her exhaustion.She took off
Morning came too softly, as if the world itself didn’t want to disturb her.Liora woke to the faint hum of city noise outside her window. For a moment, she lay still, staring at the ceiling. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind—Jasper’s voice on the phone, quiet but steady, the way his words had lingered long after she hung up.He’d said her name like it meant something.And that was the problem.She sighed and sat up, running a hand through her hair. The apartment felt too small, too heavy with secrets. Jonathan was still asleep, curled up against his blanket. The girl—Elara, as she’d finally whispered her name—was awake, sitting by the window and watching the sun climb slowly between buildings.“You’re up early,” Liora said softly.Elara turned and smiled a little. “Couldn’t sleep.”Liora nodded, walking to the kitchen to make coffee. “Me neither.”The smell filled the air, warm and grounding, but her thoughts stayed tangled.She knew she had to go back—to the offic
The morning light crept softly through the curtains, warm but hesitant — like it, too, was afraid to touch the silence that filled the apartment. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, shoulders slightly hunched, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her coffee had gone cold in her hands. She hadn’t taken a sip.Last night had been long.Too long.Jonathan had finally fallen asleep close to dawn, curled beside her, one arm wrapped around his bear. The little girl was still asleep in the small room across the hall, her breathing steady and soft. Everything looked peaceful on the surface. But inside, Liora’s wolf was restless — pacing, growling low in her chest, sensing danger that wasn’t yet visible.She rubbed her temple, forcing herself to breathe evenly. She couldn’t afford to break down — not in front of her son, not with the stranger child still under her care. She had to be strong. She had to pretend that things were normal.Normal.She almost laughed.Nothing about her life was normal anymore
The office was quiet that night.Too quiet.The building usually buzzed with life—phones ringing, printers running, footsteps echoing along the marble floor. But now, only the hum of the air conditioner and the faint tapping of Liora’s keyboard filled the silence.Most of the staff had gone home hours ago. The city lights outside painted silver lines across the glass walls, stretching over her desk where piles of files still waited. It was almost midnight, but Liora couldn’t bring herself to leave. Her body was tired, but her mind wouldn’t rest.She had been typing for minutes without really seeing the words on her screen. Her thoughts kept drifting—to Jonathan, to the little girl, to Mami. And to the strange scent that had followed her again that morning. It had been faint, barely there, but enough to make her wolf stir uneasily under her skin.Something was moving again.Something she couldn’t see.She rubbed her neck and leaned back on her chair, staring at the empty hallway outside
Morning came slowly, stretching itself across the skyline of the city. The light filtered through the glass walls of the tall building, painting faint gold lines across Jasper’s office. The air smelled faintly of paper, ink, and coffee — everything he usually loved about a quiet start. But today, it all felt heavier.Jasper sat behind his desk, staring at his computer screen, though the words on it refused to form sentences. His eyes traced the same line three times before he sighed and leaned back in his chair. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up, but even the comfort of that couldn’t ease the quiet storm brewing in his head.He hadn’t meant to call her.Not last night.Not after hours.But when he saw her name pop up on his task list earlier that evening, something in him reacted before logic did.Liora.Her name still lingered on his tongue like an unspoken thought.He rubbed his temple and tried to focus on the project reports stacked on his desk. Everything around him scr
Morning came too fast.The soft hum of Lagos traffic floated through the half-open window, mixed with the faint smell of Mami’s tea boiling in the kitchen. Liora turned on her side, eyes still half-closed. Jonathan was curled up beside her, sleeping with his small fist resting against her arm.For a few seconds, everything was calm. Peaceful.Until she remembered the message.She sat up slowly, blinking as last night’s words flashed in her mind:“Don’t forget to rest.”Jasper.Her boss.The last person she expected to send anything like that.Her heart gave a small, nervous flutter.It wasn’t a love text, of course — just four simple words — but somehow, it felt heavier than it should.Personal. Caring. Unusual.She rubbed her temple, scolding herself softly. “Don’t overthink it, Liora. He’s just… being nice.”Still, she couldn’t help checking her phone again before getting up. The message was still there. No follow-up. No emoji. Just his name and those four words.Mami looked up from







