The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the moonlit glade. Chloe stood at its center, a celestial being caught in the gravitational pull of conflicting emotions. Her heart, a cosmic entity navigating the expanse of love, teetered on the precipice of a decision.
Jonas's revelation of his true nature as a werewolf added an unforeseen layer of complexity to her celestial dilemma. Caleb, the embodiment of untamed passion, and Jonas, the steadfast anchor—both vying for a place in her heart.
As Chloe grappled with the cosmic forces pulling her in opposite directions, a rustle in the moonlit foliage heralded Caleb's arrival. He emerged, bearing a bouquet of her favorite flowers, his eyes a reflection of the starlit night.
"Chloe," Caleb spoke, the timbre of his voice a celestial melody, "I couldn't stay away. Not seeing you, not touching you, not kissing you—it's unbearable."
