Ella The cleaning began in earnest, Logan and I working side by side to restore some semblance of order to my once-tidy living room. As we picked up the scattered cushions and placed them back on the couch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude mixed with curiosity. Finally, unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I cleared my throat and spoke up. “Logan, why are you doing all of this? Helping me clean, taking me to that race... I don’t understand.”

Ella My desk was a cluttered mess as I worked. The piles of paperwork never seemed to dwindle as I sifted through various cases, including my newest case with Logan, and my mind kept flicking back to yesterday when Sarah had mentioned partnering up. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. But then, as I moved a pile of papers to the side, it revealed my calendar. 

Ella As Sarah and I walked towards my apartment building, I tried my best to keep a facade of normalcy. The outing had been a welcome distraction, but the weight of my secret and the fear of being overheard hung heavily in my mind. The whole walk home, I had been checking over my shoulder. I still felt that nagging sensation of being watched; the hairs on the back of my neck were raised and my wolf was on edge, but neither of us could sense anything else. Every time I turned around, ther

Ella When I saw the image of my sweet little sister laying in her bed with that awful message attached, it felt as though I had been shot. I stood there for a long time, just trembling with fear. I couldn’t even hear my own wolf’s voice echoing in my head until she suddenly shouted my name. “Ella!” she exclaimed. “Do something!”

Logan I couldn’t believe what Ella had just shown me. An envelope of photos of Miles, not only the leader of my pit crew but also a close friend of many years, sat on my passenger seat beside me. The photos were just about as incriminating as they could get; they depicted Miles going to lengths to clearly sabotage me.