Moonstone mysteries; The Werewolf Within

The Night Patrol

As the Saturday evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the dorm room, Aiva stood before her wardrobe, debating over what to wear. Tonight was the school's night patrol, and she couldn't help feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She was determined to impress Adam, her crush, who would be joining her on the patrol.

"Steph, what do you think?" Aiva turned to her roommate, Stephanie, who lounged on her bed, scrolling through her phone with little interest.

Stephanie glanced up briefly, her gaze drifting over Aiva's wardrobe before returning to her screen. "Does it really matter what you wear? It's just a night patrol."

Aiva sighed, but she knew deep down that Stephanie's indifference stemmed from her own lack of interest in romantic pursuits. Still, Aiva valued her opinion and hoped for some guidance, no matter how reluctant.

After a brief exchange of banter and a few failed outfit choices deemed "too try-hard" or "too boring" by Stephanie, their conversation turned more serious as Stephanie brought up Aiva's boyfriend, Bryce.

"So, how's things with Bryce?" Stephanie asked casually, her eyes still fixed on her phone.

Aiva hesitated, a pang of guilt tugging at her heart. "Um, not great, to be honest. We've been distant lately."

Stephanie looked up, concern flickering in her eyes. "You know you have to tell him eventually, right? If you're serious about Adam."

Aiva bit her lip, torn between her feelings for Bryce and her growing attraction to Adam. "I know, but... I don't want to hurt him. And I'm not even sure where things stand with Adam."

Stephanie nodded sympathetically, her expression softening. "I get it. Just remember, honesty is key. You owe it to yourself and to Bryce to be truthful."

With Stephanie's words weighing heavily on her mind, Aiva finally settled on an outfit. As she stood before the mirror, her reflection casting a glow of anticipation, she couldn't help but smile. The pink Hello Kitty crop top caressed her curves delicately, the fabric hinting at the softness of her skin beneath. The gray sweatpants clung to her form, accentuating the gentle curves of her hips and the grace of her stride. Her hair, styled in loose curls, framed her face like a halo, adding an air of effortless allure. As she pulled the oversized gray hoodie over her shoulders, a sense of comfort and confidence washed over her.

She couldn't help but steal glances at her reflection, a spark of hope dancing in her eyes as she imagined Adam's reaction. Would he notice the way the outfit complemented her figure? Would he appreciate the effort she had put into her appearance? With a flutter of excitement in her chest, she smoothed down the fabric, ready to face the night with Adam by her side, her heart racing with the thrill of the unknown.

As the evening unfolded and movie night came to an end, Aiva made her way to the basketball court, where she knew Adam would be playing. Just the thought of watching him in his element made her heart race with excitement.

There he was, a vision of focus and determination, moving with fluidity and grace across the court. With each dribble, each pass, and each shot, Adam showcased his skill and passion for the game, his movements mirroring those of his NBA idols.

Aiva stood mesmerized, her eyes tracing the arc of the ball as Adam effortlessly sank shot after shot. His athleticism and finesse were on full display, and she couldn't help but admire the way he moved, the way he seemed to dance with the ball, completely lost in the moment.

Then, in a sudden turn of events, Adam made a swift move that left his opponent stumbling and grasping at thin air. As he went in for the layup, a muscle cramp seized his leg, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.