THE LUNA CHOOSING GAME - Season 5 Episode 89

If the save required her to dive for it, she adamantly refused.

Though Nicholas had no obvious outward reaction to her lack of commitment to the game, after her fifth time no making no effort, his muscles clearly tightened, likely in frustration.

Jessica, meanwhile, gave the game her best effort, but she didn’t have much skill. She wasn’t afraid to dive and get herself sandy, but often when she did so, she would miss the ball entirely.

To be fair, most of the volleys were between Nicholas and Julian. They were both so competitive, and played their absolute best. Eventually the rest

of us shifted to the edges of the court, with those two doing most of the work.

I watched in awe at some of their moves. They dove and twisted and jumped, all while hitting the ball with expert precision.

One volley lasted so long, that I thought we might be here all night. No matter how much one tried to outdo the other, the other was always there to return the ball. I wondered how much werewolf strength they were tapping into, turning this friendly game into a fierce competition.

At each hit Julian made, I loudly cheered while Veronica clapped. At each return Nicholas made, Jessica cheered, while Bridget smiled at the camera.

But then, Bridget’s attention shifted toward Julian. Something dangerous sparkled in her eye. She was definitely up to something, but what? She wasn’t even really part of the play anymore.

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None of us were. Everything now was between Nicholas and Julian.

Yet, Bridget still stumbled forward, tripping over a possible divot in the sand. As she fell forward, she shouted, “Oops!” Just like that her top fell down to her waist, exposing her two large breasts, nipples and all.

Nicholas, who hadn’t noticed, returned the ball as he had for the past ten minutes. In fact, the ball had been hit so near the net, that Nicholas jumped up, put all of his effort in his arms, and spiked the ball straight back over.

Julian, however, completely froze. His eyes were wide and locked on Bridget’s bare breasts.

The spiked ball, smashed straight into the top of his head. It bounced backwards, beyond the out of bounds line, where it bounced a few more times before rolling to a stop in the sand.

Julian was dazed, completely still for one long moment. Then he dropped.

“Julian!” I cried.

Veronica and I rushed toward him at once.

Meanwhile, Bridget adjusted her top.

“How careless of me,” she said with a nervous giggle that I wasn’t entirely sure wasn’t put on.

Julian was face down in the sand, so Veronica and I rolled him over. When we did, he blinked awake.

“Did I die?” he asked.

“No,” Veronica said.

I held up three fingers and asked him to count them.

“Three,” he said.

“Are you seeing two of me?” I asked.

“No » He knew the date and his name, so he likely wasn’t suffering from a concussion. He’d have a hell of a bruise though.

“We should get him out of the sun,” Veronica said.

By now, Nicholas came over. “Are you alright?” He held his hand out for Julian and then helped him up. Julian wobbled a minute. Nicholas placed his hand on Julian’s shoulder. “What happened?” “I, uh…” Julian rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d rather not say.” No wonder. Shaking my head, I said, “P’11 go get you some ice,” and started to walk away.

Behind me I heard Bridget’s soft, melodic laughter. “I’m glad I didn’t cause permanent damage.” Inside, my wolf growled. I might not have been sure if Bridget’s wardrobe malfunction had been an accident, but my wolf was very sure.

Bridget had flashed Julian on purpose.