Hope you guys like hearing about my NaNoWriMo word count, because I’m probably going to keep you updated until I hit 50,000 words or I have a finished first draft. Or I get tired of talking about it.

With a little perseverance, I’m 2,800 words in already, all of which comprise a Cassie chapter where our favorite redhead is having a bit of a hard time. New characters have been introduced. Relationships are shaken up. It’s crazy stuff. Want a short excerpt? Sure you do. But keep in mind this all might be cut between now and the final draft.

Cassie felt sour as she plopped back into her seat. Aaron was supposed to be the Alpha. Part of her knew that he and Becky had different kinds of experience, and she definitely knew more about the coin, so it was only right that he seek her opinion. If he’d just decided, that wouldn’t have been very like him. But it was hard to stifle the feeling of irritation Becky’s reluctance provoked in her. Cassie took a deep pull of her drink. Maybe the alcohol would calm her down a little.

While she was drinking, Aaron and Becky had some kind of silent exchange she barely noticed. He wandered out into the living room, but Becky stayed, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Cassie was about to follow, but the brunette got her attention by clearing her throat and quietly suggesting “We should talk a little.”

“Oh, you’re talking to me now?” Cassie’s tongue was really getting the better of her, but she didn’t feel like she had the motivation to tame it right now.

Becky scoffed. “Don’t be an asshole. I had a right to be pissed at Aaron, and I’ve got a right to be pissed at you. But I already told him, I’m not going to turn my back on you. This thing we’ve got now is important to me. Aaron says you want to make it up to me, so why don’t you start by not acting like a spoiled kid?”

Becky’s words got under Cassie’s skin and she scowled, gripping the table almost ready to stand up and get herself into a catfight. But she stepped back from the initial flood of indignation. This is your friend. Level-headed like nobody’s business. And she’s started to open up to you like you haven’t seen her do for anybody. You called her your sister, for crying out loud. She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m sorry.”

And that’s all you get. Context? Who needs it? Why are the girls fighting? YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT. Anyway, hope everybody who’s participating is doing well. And I hope you’re doing well even if you’re not participating.