The Broken Alpha
Above, a bloated moon hung heavy between silver pinpricks of stars, a sliver shy of being full.
Lily scrunched up the scrap of paper she held. Beside her, Rose snickered.
“What?” Lily whispered.
“I’m releasing being single,” she whispered back with a grin, before flinging her paper into the bonfire.
“It doesn’t work if you tell me,” Lily teased, tossing her own paper into the fire.
“So I’m guessing you won’t tell me what you’re letting go of, then?”
“Obviously not.”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” interjected a deep, gravelly voice. Lily stilled.