Waverly entered her bedroom that evening after dinner with an overpowering sense of vigour and confidence towards the upcoming Lunar Eclipse. Even though she didn't quite know if her and Sawyer were meant to be mates, she had an unexplainable feeling of assurance after their meeting that they could really work this out one way or another together.
She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it into her sweatpants and an oversized sweater, making sure to grab a book before climbing onto the lounge chair that sat in the corner of the room. She opened her novel to the indented page and began skimming the pages when she heard a knock on the door.
“Come in," she called out, without lifting her eyes from the text.
Waverly listened, hearing the door open and then click shut. Footsteps approac
