Mag-log inScott’s Point of View I have been contemplating doing this all night, and I just decided, why not do it? Why not ask her out? What do I have to lose? So, here I am, quickly making my way to Sienna’s house. As I near the house I hear music coming from it, and I can't help but smile. I step up to her door and reach out, about to knock, but suddenly, I hesitate. My hand hovers near the door as doubt once again begin to kick in. I shake my head and take a deep breath before I knock on the door, shifting my weight nervously as I wait. It doesn’t take long before it opens. “Scott. Hi. What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice a little uncertain but warm. The scent of breakfast reaches me and I rub the back of my neck, giving her a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I can go. I don’t want to disturb your breakfast.” I say quickly. “Uncle Scott!” Aiden’s voice suddenly rings out before either one of us can say anything else. He comes barreling into me, wrapping his arms around
Scott’s Point of View "Looks who's here." Marcus murmurs, nodding his head to our right. I see Sienna, standing a few meters away, a smile on her face as she watches Aiden running off to his friends. I immediately straighten, heading her way. “You clean up nice.” I say as I near her. She turns, a little too quickly, and I catch the way her eyes wander over me, lingering a second longer, before she looks at me and answers. “You mean compared to how sweaty and disgusting I was earlier?” She asks with an arched brow and I grin at her, nodding my head. “Exactly. This is a big improvement.” I tease. She rolls her eyes and folds her arms in front of her chest. “Wow. You are so romantic.” She says sarcastically and I can't help but chuckle. “Hey, I’m just being honest again.” I say, shrugging. She rolls her eyes again, but she can't stop the smile tugging at her mouth. I smile back at her and nod my head towards the tables. “Come on. Before everything good disa
Scott’s Point of View “Alright, warm up properly. I don’t want anyone pulling something in the first five minutes.” I call out, clapping my hands once as I look over the group in front of me. A few groans follow, but they start stretching anyway. Marcus smirks next to me, shaking his head before heading over to start stretching as well. I step forward, about to call out again when I hear footsteps approaching. I glance over my shoulder, and freeze in surprise for half a second. “Well, well…” I say grinning, and turning fully to look at them. “Look who finally decided to join us.” Sienna rolls her eyes, and folds her arms in front of her chest. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t make it sound like a miracle.” She says, adjustung the strap of her sports top, but before I can respond Aiden lets go of her hand and bolts toward the kids. “I’m gonna win today!” He yells at his friends and Sienna and I both chuckle. “That kid’s got confidence.” I murmur and she nods her head.
Scott’s Point of ViewThe morning starts like most others, early and cold.Marcus falls into step beside me as we move along the patrol line, a few warriors trailing behind us.“You’re quiet today,” he says, glancing at me.“I’m always quiet on patrol.”“No,” he counters immediately. “You’re brooding. That’s different.”I exhale slowly.“I’m not brooding.”“Right,” he mutters. “And I’m the Luna.”I shoot him a look.“Focus on the patrol, Marcus.”“I am focused,” he says easily. “I’m just also capable of having a conversation at the same time.”I don’t respond, scanning the tree line instead.He lets the silence stretch for a few seconds before speaking again.“So… what’s going on with Sienna?”My jaw tightens slightly.“Nothing.”Marcus snorts.“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second.”I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair.“I don’t know what’s going on,” I admit. “She hasn’t spoken to me since the fair.”“That bad, huh?”“I don’t know if it’s bad,” I mutter. “It’s just… nothing. S
Bianca’s Point of ViewEveryone has been buzzing about the festival at a neighboring pack, and I have been so excited.For once, something normal.Something light.Something that didn’t feel like I was suffocating inside these walls.I wave at a few pack members as I make my way down the hallway towards Asher’s office, humming softly to myself, trying to hold onto that small flicker of excitement inside of me.Maybe this would help.Maybe getting Asher away from here… away from his mother… would help.Maybe seeing her again would snap him out of whatever this is.Because ever since Sienna left… he hasn’t been the same.I stop in front of his office door and knock twice, not waiting for an answer before pushing it open.He is exactly where I expected him to be.Behind his desk, buried in work.Like always.I plaster on a bright smile.“Hey, are you still busy? Everyone is heading out.”I say and he nods his head.“Yeah, I know.”He says without even looking up.My smile falters slightl
Scott’s Point of View I stand in front of Sienna’s door, adjusting my grip on the bouquet in my hand once again. “Bringing you a game huh? Just relax.” Marcus’ voice echoes in my head from earlier, a smirk on his face. I shake my head but take a deep breath. "Just relax." I repeat his words, as I lift my hand and quickly knock on the door before I can overthink it any further. A few seconds pass before the door swings open. Her eyes widen as soon as they land on me and her hand comes up to cover her mouth. “Scott… Oh my God. These are beautiful.” She says, stepping forward slightly, staring at the flowers in my hand. I shrug, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous standing there with flowers. “I didn’t know what was your favorite, so I just told the florist to give me whatever looked the brightest.” I say sheepishly and a laugh bursts out of her, soft and warm. “Well, you succeeded. Thank you.” She says before she leans in slightly and smells them. Something
Bianca’s Point of View There is a soft knock on my door, but before I can even speak my mother’s voice comes through the door. "Bianca, it's me." "Come in." I say softly and she pushes the door open. She close the door behind her and gives me a small smile. "Emily told you me you haven't eat
Bianca’s Point of View“You know what you are supposed to say, right?”Damon’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and expectant.I swallow hard, my fingers tightening around the phone in my hand.“Yeah… I know.”I say, my voice comes out quieter than I want it to as I slowly nod my head.Damon t
Scott’s Point of View Another link comes in. 'They’re aggressive, Alpha! Not scattering like usual!' 'Are they armed?' I ask. 'No Alpha!' 'Fall back if you have to, but do not get surrounded.' 'Yes, Alpha!' More links flood in. 'They’re pushing harder on the east side!' 'We’ve go
Scott’s Point of View There is a knock on my door and I answer without looking up. "Come in." I mutter and the door opens. “They came back.” Marcus’s voice cuts through the silence. I nod my head, still without looking at him. “I know.” I mutter as I stare down at the map spread acros







