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Caleb’s P.O.VWhen we finally parted ways after dinner, we all headed back to our own cars.Just as Mia had been on Shane’s passenger seat, Caroline had been on mine; we came here together from my house, which was basically a place our families shared due to the pack ranks.We walked to my car side by side, but just as I reached for the door handle of the driver’s side, Caroline suddenly said, “Hey, hold on.”I turned to her curiously. “Yeah?” I prompted. “What is it?”Her lips curled into a smile, and in her eyes, I could see the reflection of the moonlight, just like the light reflected off of the sea. “Walk with me,” she said, a bit hesitantly. “There’s a park nearby. I want to relax a bit.”As we walked toward the park, the night air carried a certain stillness, a quiet that wrapped around us like a familiar embrace. Caroline had asked me to walk with her, and I hadn’t hesitated. I never could when it came to her. There was something about the way she looked at me—soft yet unwaveri

Caleb’s P.O.VI let out a slow breath, my heart hammering in my chest as I stare into Care’s eyes, feeling the weight of the moment settling between us. It’s absurd, really. The way the dim glow of the streetlights flickers against her face, highlighting the soft amusement tugging at the corners of her lips, making her look both mischievous and strangely vulnerable. My hand is already half-raised, the space between us narrowing, and then, just before our lips can meet, she throws her hand up between us and— Bursts out laughing. The sound is unexpected, sudden, and so genuinely amused that for a moment, I just stare at her, dumbfounded. Then, as the sheer ridiculousness of the situation settles in, I feel my own lips twitch, and before I can stop myself, a chuckle slips past my throat. It starts slow, low, but then builds, and suddenly, we’re both laughing like lunatics in the middle of the street. Care clutches her stomach, shaking her head as she gasps for air, her face alight with

Aurora’s P.O.VAs soon as we step inside, I exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The house is eerily quiet, but for once, that silence brings me comfort instead of fear. There’s no sound of heavy boots stomping against the floor, no slurred curses or the rattling of beer bottles being thrown against the wall. He isn’t here. That means he’s either passed out drunk in some alley or holed up in a smoky gambling den, chasing the illusion of luck with the last of his winnings.Good. I don’t have to tiptoe around tonight.I bolt the door behind me, securing the deadbolt and the chain, then double-check the windows, making sure every single one is locked. I can’t risk him stumbling in at some ungodly hour, demanding money we don’t have or waking up my brother with his usual rage-fueled nonsense.Once satisfied that we’re as safe as we can be, I head to the kitchen, pulling out the leftovers I managed to bring home from the diner. The pasta is a little dry, but it’s food, and that’

Caleb’s P.O.VAs soon as I stepped into the house, the familiar hum of the game room reached my ears. The sounds of buttons clicking, the occasional frustrated sigh, and Shane’s loud, competitive voice filled the space.I leaned against the doorway of the game room, watching as Shane and Jade battled it out on the console, their fingers moving rapidly over the controllers. Shane was fully immersed, his eyes glued to the screen, his lips curved into a smirk as he leaned slightly forward, ready to annihilate Jade’s avatar. Jade, on the other hand, had that usual laid-back expression, his fingers working effortlessly as if he wasn’t even trying, and yet, somehow, he was still winning.Typical."You two seriously don’t get tired of this?" I muttered, stepping further into the room and flopping onto the couch, stretching my legs out in front of me.Shane shot me a brief glance before turning back to the screen. "It’s called competition, Caleb. Maybe if you weren’t so lazy, you’d get it."I

Aurora’s P.O.VA stillness settled, thick and suffocating. I could hear my own breathing, shallow and uneven."Come here," Mr. Hemming said, his tone now completely different—no longer the authoritative instructor but something else. Something worse.My feet refused to move. I clutched the strap of my backpack, my fingers curling tightly around it as if it were my only lifeline."Aurora," he repeated, softer this time, but it sent an ice-cold shiver down my spine.I forced myself to take one step forward. Then another. My instincts screamed at me to run, to bolt out of the room, but my body wouldn't listen. I was trapped, caught in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.Mr. Hemming walked around his desk, closing the distance between us. "You're struggling in my class," he murmured, his voice carrying a false kindness that made my stomach twist in knots. "I just want to help."I didn't believe him. Not for a second. My mouth felt dry, my voice lodged somewhere in my throat."You don