Savannah stood at Brooke’s house, uninvited, with her friends Angelina and Genevieve, heart pounding in her chest. She had thought it would be a fun night, but the atmosphere was thick with tension, even before things took a turn for the worse. Then, it happened. Brooke, Savannah's toxic ex-best friend, made a chilling play to sabotage Savannah’s relationship with Tom. With a smirk that screamed mischief, Brooke forced a kiss upon Tom, ensuring Savannah would see the whole cruel scene. The sight shattered Savannah’s heart into a million pieces, her breath hitching as devastation washed over her cheeks, feeling the warmth of tears pooling in her eyes. Seeking comfort, Savannah clung to Sage, leaning into his solid frame. An embrace from him wrapped around her like a safety blanket, bringing with it a brief moment of solace. In a rush of impulsive emotions, Savannah, consumed by a need for connection, leaned in and kissed Sage. It was a reckless, fleeting gesture filled with confusion and desire, but it felt freeing—until Brooke’s shriek shattered that illusion of safety. As Brooke witnessed the kiss, her body tensed, breathing becoming labored, eyes wide with fury. Rage overtook her, and in a fit of recklessness, she lunged at Savannah, her claws glinting in the light. The sharpness caught Savannah off guard, and the pain sliced across her face, prompting a high-pitched yelp that echoed her shock and fear. Instinctively, she crumpled to the floor, her tail metaphorically tucked between her legs, tears streaming down her cheeks as the heat of humiliation and hurt washed over her. Brooke's anger twisted her features into a menacing scowl, her friends Rachel and Alicia standing nearby, indifferent to the chaos. They merely watched, their expressions blank, as if the confrontation was an afternoon soap opera they were too engrossed in to care about. But not everyone was apathetic. Genevieve and Angelina rushed to Savannah's side, their faces etched with concern. Angelina knelt beside her friend, gently touching her