Page 1 of Begin Again

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Selene

There’s something beautiful about a fresh start in a small mountain town. No one has seen my past, my awkward preteen years, or whispers about my mother’s demons. There are no pitying glances about when my life imploded.There is a clean slate—a blank canvas for me to repaint my story.

Driving down Main Street I notice an eerie quiet in Shadow Grove that makes me pause. Usually, Aubrey could be seen flagging people down so she could share the latest town gossip or talk about what she saw on the news last night. She loves to hang out at Bear and Brew, the most amazing cafe I’ve ever been to, the coffee that could inspire loyalty, and the kind of baked goods that could tempt angels to sin.

Is there a holiday today I forgot about?

That’s the only thing that would make sense about why the town is so quiet. I can get so lost in work that entire days vanish before I notice. Thankfully, as a graphic designer, I can set my schedule. Umbra is my only client, and since they’re a world-renowned music group, I don’t have to worry about picking up any more clients.

I get access to all their music as it’s written and recorded so I can collaborate on designs for their veils and album art. It’s a job that most people would kill for. But for me, it’s more than a job—it’s an escape. A way to pour myself into a greater purpose—one just out of reach. It’s given me a sense of purpose that I lost somewhere along the way.

My grip tightens around the leather leash. My favorite hiking boots crunch softly against the gravel path as we amble through the trail. The late afternoon sun bathes Shadow Grove’s woods in a golden glow, softening the edges of this new place I call home and makes the world feel a little less sharp as if the whole town exists in the golden hour of a long-forgotten dream.

It has only been a few weeks since I moved to Shadow Grove, but this place already feels more like home than anywhere else I’ve ever been. Mom’s house was never a home—not when her love for the bottle drowned out everything else, including me and my siblings. And Atlanta? That city had given me nothing but a broken heart and a toxic relationship with a sailor who decided that ‘being single’ was more important than helping me pick up the pieces of my life. After him, I swore off men for good—no more wasting time on people who only show up when it benefits them.

Now, with Valkyrie trotting faithfully beside me, I feel… almost settled. Not quite. Not yet. But closer.

Valkyrie’s ears twitch at a sound in the distance, her sleek red body poised as if ready to spring into action. I smile down at her, grateful—and a little amused—at how quickly the dog has become my constant companion.

I have never had any type of pet before. Mom could barely take care of herself—let alone her kids. There is no way we would have been able to add a pet to the mix. But after leaving Atlanta and starting over, I needed to make this new chapter feel like my own story.Orion, my overbearing younger brother, had insisted I get a dog for protection.

Scratch that–

Orion never asks—hedemands. He held me hostage until I made him two promises: firstly, that I’d get a top-of-the-line security system thatheapproved of.

And secondly, I needed a guard dog.

He sent me 13 different companies that train dogs as well as a list of different breeds that made great companions and could scare away an intruder. He was ready to ship me a canine soldier. Instead, I did what I do best—I found my own way.

I told him I would look into the companies he sent me but while I was researching I accidentally stumbled on a video of a failed TSA dog and knew that was the step I wanted to take. Yes, I could’ve taken a dog that was already trained or put them through training, but seeing their little quirks and why they failed training just made them so much more endearing.

The way their “failures” turned into personality traits spoke to me—like they were a little broken but still perfect in their own way. Like me.

After flying to Texas and looking at Valkyrie in her hazel eyes, I knew I made the right choice. The Doberman had a commanding presence, all sleek lines and intelligent eyes. She was beautiful, powerful… and utterly baffling. Valkyrie’s ‘failure’ as a working dog had quickly revealed itself: she was hopelessly distracted by shiny objects. Whether it was a glinting coin, someone’s annoyingly shiny water tumbler, or even a discarded gum wrapper, Valkyrie’s laser focus would crumble in an instant. More than once, our walks had been delayed by her single-minded pursuit of a glimmering prize.

I laugh under my breath as Valkyrie veers towards the trail, nose glued to the ground, tail wagging. Sure enough, the dog emerges triumphantly a second later, a crumpled soda can dangling from her teeth like a trophy.

Her eyes shine with pride as if she’s just uncovered buried treasure instead of someone’s trash.

“Seriously, Valkyrie?” I ask, my voice tinged with affection. Crouching down, I grab at the can. “You know,normaldogs fetch sticks. But no, you have to go for the recyclable trash. You’re like a magpie in a Doberman’s body.”

Valkyrie wags her tail in response, nubbing harder, hazel eyes shining with smug satisfaction. She knows exactly what she’s done. I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head, prying the can free and tucking it into the bag I started carrying for her trophies. Valkyrie’s quirks had taken some getting used to, but in a way, they made her all the more endearing. A little too endearing, considering I should probably be teaching her better manners instead of enabling her trash-hoarding tendencies. But here we are. The little weirdo is impossible to stay mad at.

“Come on.” Rising to my feet, I give the leash a gentle tug. “Let’s see if we can make it through the trail without filling up the bag again. Last time, I had to get creative transporting your treasures.”

We make it almost back to the entrance— having only picked up a few more trophies —when disaster strikes. Valkyrie spots a shiny object in the distance. She lunges forward, yanking the leash from my hand.

“Valkyrie, HEEL!”

She ignores me, sprinting toward a hiker’s water tumbler.

Oh, for the love of—

She collides with the hiker who had just bent down to pick it up. He lets out a startled shout as he topples backward, landing in the dirt. Valkyrie stands over him, the tumbler clutched in her jaws like a prize.

Great. I’m about to get sued, aren’t I?

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