Moonspear West side story

Her gaze remained on the horizon, but one side of her mouth lifted in thorough amusement at his use of her favorite phrase. She licked her chops, trying to ease away the taut smile in favor of a preferred look of aloofness. She didn't want to seem too affected by the alpha's brother. Her resolve had to be doubly imposed as Floki described a day on the beach, a perfect picture that had occupied the imagination of every lonely, lovesick teenage girl on the planet. Ness had never been such a bird, but her imagination was geared now, churning restlessly about a day that might not ever come. She had to remind herself that Charon had jokingly advised her to woo the beta, not the other way around.

She glanced at him. Unfortunately, she wasn't interested. Dating was probably the last thing she needed to be thinking about at that time. That being said, casual intuition drew her inexplicably to him anyway, even if it wasn't her main (or even her least) concern. She motioned over her shoulder, towards the entrance of her den, eager to deflect. "Help me finish my crib, Flo?"

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