Beth’s not entirely sure what sets her off. Maybe it’s the stress of overnights— rehearsals that drain her physically, nights that end when the sun is already peeking over the horizon, combined with barely seeing her alpha. It’s stress, plain and simple. Her brain has never handled it well, not since— yeah. Since that. Being back in her apartment after the s**t show with Chris is definitely a factor. She knows it has to be— too many similarities to the first time it happened, albeit shorter lived and far milder in comparison. She can’t smell Chris anymore, or the sour, bitter scent of distress that encompassed her normal scent but— it’s there. In her mind. No matter what’s going on. They should have gone back to Sean’s, but her place is closer to work. So, here they are, on a mirac

