Becca’s Point of View
"Becca, it's me!" I heard Johnston outside my apartment, calling urgently.
Johnston and I had really grown apart since our return to Paxton. The cordial bond of friendship had disappeared, partly because he forced me to come back here and also because I hated his mate. As his so-called Luna, his loyalty should be entirely with me, but as my friend, of course, he preferred his mate over me.
Hesitantly, I walked to the door and opened it.
"Johnston," I responded half-heartedly. "What can I do for you?"
“I need to speak to you urgently. Can I come in for a minute?” I opened the door further, and he quickly walked in.
In the living room, he took a seat on the couch, while I remained on my feet.
“Would you like a drink, Johnston? I saw you just returning to the
