Caught Between Them

Creeping through the bushes felt like I was starring in a bad spy movie. Guilt gnawed at me worse than a hangry wolf. Here I was, playing secret agent on my own packmate, all because I chickened out on telling Logan about his little romance with Sage.

Peeking through the leaves, I watched Sage lead Brock deeper into the woods. Talk about awkward. This wasn’t exactly how I pictured breaking the news.

Suddenly, Sage leaned in and planted a kiss on Brock. My jaw practically hit the forest floor. Before I could even process that, my traitorous fingers fumbled for my phone, snapping a pic faster than a squirrel on Red Bull. Hey, evidence is key, right?

A tangled mess of emotions wrestled inside me anger, hurt, and a weird flicker of… relief? Like, major relief that Brock wasn’t a lying cheater. But the image of him smooching Sage, the raw emotion on her face, left a sour taste in my mouth.

They pulled away, foreheads touching, whispering like teenagers on a first date. I strained to hear what they were saying, feeling like a total creep.

“Brock,” Sage said, her voice all breathy, “we need to talk. I, uh, I can’t hold it in any longer.”

“Sage,” Brock replied, sounding equally stressed, “what’s going on here?”

“It’s about us,” she blurted, then took a shaky breath. “Brock, I love you. Like, a lot. Like, way more than a packmate kinda love.”

The words hung in the air, thick enough to spread on toast. My breath caught love confession? No way!

A long silence stretched between them, then Brock spoke, his voice gentle but firm. “Sage, listen,” he said. “You’re awesome, like, the best friend a guy could ask for. But… my heart’s already taken.”

Sage’s face fell faster than a dropped ice cream cone. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. Ugh, this was getting messy.

“Who?” she croaked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Doesn’t matter,” Brock said, avoiding her gaze. “The point is, it’s not you.”

Sage stared at him, her expression a mix of hurt, anger, and maybe even a hint of confusion. Then, with a sniffle and a muttered curse, she stormed off, leaving Brock standing alone like a lost puppy.

I watched him for a moment, a weird mix of emotions swirling inside me. Relief, for sure, tinged with a touch of sadness for Sage. But then, another thought struck me who was Brock’s mystery love interest?

The answer hit me like a bolt of lightning. Me. Brock just cryptically said his heart was with me. I couldn’t wish for any better day.

Relief whooshed through me like a rogue wave as Sage stomped off into the woods, leaving Brock behind. My fingers, still shaky, shoved my phone into my pocket, the evidence of their kiss a secret burning a hole in there.

Suddenly, playing secret agent felt dumb. Guilt gnawed at me a big, toothy guilt. Seeing Brock reject Sage, that raw vulnerability in her eyes… it messed with me more than I wanted to admit.

The pack house beckoned, a haven of familiarity compared to the drama that just unfolded. I snuck back, the woods quiet after all that yelling.

Reaching the house, I padded down the familiar halls, the only sound the occasional creak of floorboards. But as I neared the living room, voices snagged my attention. Who was up at this ungodly hour?

Peeking around the corner, I froze. Sage, red-rimmed and puffy-eyed, stood in front of Logan, who looked like he swallowed a lemon.

“I, uh, had to tell you,” Sage mumbled, voice thick with sniffles. “Amelia and Brock… they’ve been, like, totally hooking up for weeks!”

My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. My secret, out in the open, Logan the alpha staring it down. Panic surged the consequences I hadn’t thought of hit me like a runaway moose.

But Logan surprised me. No explosion, no rage-wolf transformation. He just stared at Sage, his face a mask.

“Huh,” he finally said, cool as a cucumber. “And how long have you known about this, Sage?”

“I, uh, just found out,” she mumbled, staring at her shoes. “I saw them… together.”

Logan snorted, a humorless sound. “Appreciate the intel, Sage. But honestly? Time for you to bounce.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Sage’s head snapped up, disbelief written all over her face. “Bounce? But… why?”

“Because, Sage,” Logan said, his voice turning colder than a winter wolf’s nose, “you’re, like, the least trustworthy person ever. You spilled Amelia’s secret and tried to stir up pack drama. Not cool.”

He took a menacing step forward, eyes narrowed. “Pack your bags by sunrise, Sage. And don’t come back. Ever.”

Tears streamed down Sage’s face as she bolted out of the room. I felt a twinge of sympathy getting exiled sucked, even if she was a drama queen.

But as silence settled, a new fear crept in. What about me and Brock? Was exile my fate too?