Allison's POV
Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of Bella's guest room, waking me from a fitful sleep. The mysterious text messages from last night had left me on edge.
I reached for my phone, checking the time: 9:15 AM. The ominous invitation to The Hollow Bean Café at 10:00 AM loomed in my notifications.
"Yeah, not happening," I muttered, deleting the message. Every werewolf instinct I possessed screamed that this was a trap. In movies, the woman who goes to meet the mysterious stranger alone always ends up regretting it—if she survives at all.
Jasmine rumbled in agreement. *Too dangerous. We need to protect ourselves now.*
I showered and dressed quickly, finding Bella already at the kitchen island with her laptop open, scrolling through rental listings.
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