Luna
The guys are between jobs, so we all stay home for the rest of the day. Things are relaxed but subdued and quiet. I wonder if they're all waiting for me to choose. It sits funny in my belly, having the power in this dynamic, the power of this choice. It's up to me. No one is making choices for me anymore, saying I'll be their mate and part of their pack, or that I'm no longer their mate or part of their pack. It's up to me.
I don't like the weight of it on me. I don't want to draw it out, make them worry and wonder and want. I don't want to make either of them jealous of the other. After lying awake for an hour going back and forth about what to do, I know I'm never going to sleep with the decision hanging over my head. I have to make it now.
So, I do.