Every love story begins somewhere.
Theirs begins with a game.
When one of their own begins to withdraw-locking himself away from the pack and the world they've built together-Selene and Owen turn to the past, opening a manuscript written by their newest pack member.
Sitting on the floor of Jack's room, surrounded by quiet tension and half-spoken concern, they begin to tell their story.
Page by page.
Clue by clue.
Moment by moment.
The scavenger hunt.
The stolen glances.
The night he disappeared without a word.
What follows is not just memory, but confession-of a year shaped by silence, where Selene turned absence into chaos and rewrote the world in her grief.
But stories have a way of shifting when they're told out loud.
As the past unfolds, something unsettled stirs at the edges of their retelling. Visions bleed into memory. Shadows linger where they shouldn't. And the story they thought they knew... begins to unravel.
Because this was never just a love story.
It was a warning.
And some stories, once told, don't let you go.