JASMINE
I feel lost. The entire world is swirling underneath my feet and I am just hovering, dazed in confusion. What is happening? What did this pudgy man even mean by that? Andre is inside with his Luna?
It sounds ridiculous, laughable even. Who is his Luna when I am standing here. He had called me to cancel because he had something important to do, some Alpha business he had said.
‘Maybe that business is another woman,’ Ethel says. Her tone is almost scornful, teetering into the realm of mockery. I swallow the clog of spit in my throat, maybe this is still business. He had booked it for some business with neighbouring packs. That makes sense.
Am I just being willfully oblivious? Basking in the fact that Andre didn't stand me up when in actuality, he must have done so? The wind shif
