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I studied Miranda’s face carefully. “After what happened with Victoria Hayes, seeing how she betrayed you, I realize you’re much more genuine and kind-hearted than I initially thought. I’m sorry you had to experience such treachery from someone you trusted.”
Miranda leaned forward slightly, her expression growing serious. “Liv, I have a proposition. What if we became actual friends?”
My eyebrows rose in surprise. I clearly hadn’t expected this turn,
After a moment’s consideration, I nodded slowly. “I… I’d like that.”
Miranda’s face lit up with genuine happiness. Then her expression shifted to something more determined.
“But I want to be completely honest with you. I’m not giving up on Connor. I propose we compete fairly for his affections-may the best she-wolf win.”
My smile faded slightly. “Mira, I appreciate your honesty, but I have no intention of competing with you for anyone.”
Miranda’s eyes flashed with understanding. “You say that because you know Connor loves you. You feel secure in that knowledge, don’t you?”
My voice grew quiet, almost sad. “Connor and I… we can’t go back to what we were. Too much has happened.”
Miranda felt an unexpected pang of sympathy wash over her as she watched the pain flicker across my features. She shook her head quickly, trying to dismiss the feeling before it could take root.
I noticed her reaction and couldn’t help but be amused by Miranda’s obvious internal struggle.
“You know what?” Miranda said with a self-deprecating laugh. “I must be losing my mind. Here I am actually feeling sorry that you and Connor have grown apart. That should make me happy, shouldn’t it?”
I chuckled softly. “You’re not wrong about that being a little crazy,”
We both burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
“That’s really insane…” I murmured, still smiling.
On the last day of May, I took a flight to Harbor City’s rural district. Years ago, when I had worked in Harbor City due to conflicts with my pack, I had met a warm-hearted woman named Rachel Morrison when I was renting an apartment.
Rachel had been my neighbor-a cheerful, enthusiastic beta werewolf who worked in sales. I fondly remembered the day I had forgotten my keys and called my landlord, who told me to wait while he picked up his daughter from school.
I had been standing outside my apartment building when Rachel, who lived across the hall, had noticed my predicament. “Hey there, did you forget your keys?” Rachel had asked with genuine concern.
I had ended up in Rachel’s cozy apartment that day, and we had quickly become friends. We often dined out together and went shopping on weekends.
Rachel had been my first real friend in Harbor City-a ray of sunshine during a difficult period in my life.
Eventually, Rachel had returned to her rural pack to mate with her childhood sweetheart and start a family.
Though we had lost touch physically, we still exchanged messages occasionally through social media. This time, I was traveling to Harbor City specifically to help Rachel.
A few days ago, Rachel had contacted me desperately, asking if I could help with a legal matter. Rachel’s mate James and his childhood friend Marcus Webb had pooled their life savings-over $200,000-to start a business together.
Marcus had absconded with all the money, leaving James and Rachel financially devastated. Though police had located Marcus, he had already squandered the stolen funds.
Rachel and James wanted to sue him to recover what they could of their losses.
The case wasn’t overly complex, but it wasn’t simple either-there was substantial evidence, wh.. helpful and challenging to navigate. Rachel had been crying over the phone, begging me to help them. as both
Living in a small village under Harbor City’s jurisdiction, Rachel had no connections in the legal world. I was the only lawyer she knew who might be able to assist them.
She had nowhere else to turn. I had always believed in repaying kindness, and I remembered clearly how Rachel had welcomed me that day when I was locked out and feeling lost in a new city.
That’s why I had traveled to Moonhaven Village with Emma Thompson. The village was more than twenty kilometers from Harbor City’s center, nestled in a remote rural area.
Rachel’s home was a modest three-story house that her mate’s family had built themselves. Rachel’s family greeted Emma and me with overwhelming warmth and gratitude.
Unfortunately, just as I was preparing to leave the next day, heavy rain began to fall, trapping us in the village for longer than planned.
(Olivia’s POV)
PARYS
The sky seemed to have a hole in it. Rain poured down in sheets, creating a deafening roar against the roof of Rachel’s modest home. I stood by the window, watching water droplets form a curtain under the eaves, blurring my vision of the outside world.
“It doesn’t look like it’s going to let up anytime soon,” I murmured, more to myself than to Emma who stood beside me.
The village had no proper roads, just muddy paths that were now completely saturated. Each step outside would require extraordinary effort, pulling one’s foot from the sucking mud only to plunge it into another patch of slippery earth.
Emma sighed. “At this rate, we’ll be stuck here for days.”
I nodded grimly, watching as James Morrison trudged up the path toward the house. He was completely soaked, his pants covered in mud up to his knees.
James burst through the door, shaking water from his hair like a wolf after a swim. “It’s getting worse out there,” he announced, handing the packages he carried to Rachel.
“You’re drenched!” Rachel exclaimed, taking the Fresh Venison Steaks and Herb-Crusted Lamb Ribs from her husband.
James casually placed his umbrella under the eaves and moved to the wall to change his mud-caked shoes.
“The market was about to close. I barely made it there in time.”
Rachel disappeared into the kitchen with the ingredients, then returned with a towel for James. “Liv,” she said, turning to me, “I think you should consider staying longer. It’s not safe to travel in this weather.”
I frowned, my gaze fixed on the relentless downpour. “I have cases waiting for me back in Harbor City.”
“I understand,” Rachel said sympathetically, “but this rain isn’t going to stop anytime soon.”
As if on cue, my phone chimed with a notification. I checked it and my frown deepened. “My flight’s been canceled due to the severe weather.”
Rachel nodded knowingly. “It’s the rainy season. This always happens-lasts for days sometimes.”
“Days?” I couldn’t hide my concern. I had clients expecting me, appointments scheduled.
“Don’t worry,” Rachel reassured me, placing a gentle hand on my arm. “We’ll make you as comfortable as possible. Our home is humble, but you’re welcome to stay as long as needed.”
Her warmth reminded me why we’d become friends in the first place. Rachel had always been genuinely kind, without ulterior motives.
“I’ll cook those Herb-Crusted Lamb Ribs for dinner,” she continued, “and spicy Fresh Venison Steaks. You’ll love them.”
I managed a smile. “Thank you, Rachel. I appreciate your hospitality.”
The rain intensified over the next three days, drumming against the roof with increasing fury. On the third night, a c***k of thunder jolted me awake. The sound was followed by voices and movement downstairs.
I slipped out of the guest room and made my way toward the commotion. Rachel and James were moving furniture and boxes, their faces tense with concentration.
“What’s happening?” I asked, noticing water seeping under the front door.
Rachel looked up, startled. “Liv! Go back to bed. It’s just some rainwater getting in. Nothing to worry about.”
But I could see the concern in her eyes. “Let me help,” I insisted, already rolling up my sleeves.
Rachel hesitated, then nodded gratefully. “We’re moving everything valuable to higher ground. The water’s rising faster than we expected.”
She handed me a box of family photos. As I took it, my smartphone slipped from my pocket and fell with a splash into the water pooling on the floor…
