“I'm here to announce to everyone that your Alpha has found a mate. She's Alexa, from a pack that was once our rivals, but will now be joined together in this beautiful alliance."
I was frozen into place, for over five minutes. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't think.
I couldn't breathe.
My eyes met his, and for a second, it felt like I had been restored, but only for a second. When I saw that same unusual far-fetched gaze settle in his eyes, I knew it was all over.
“Thane…” How could you do this to me?
He tore his eyes away from me, and it felt like a part of me was being torn apart.
I'm dreaming, right? This isn't real.
It can't be!
I swallowed, finally finding my feet. Whispers were beginning to rise from every corner of the huge hall, everyone had something to say—their Alpha had found a mate afterall.
If I stood there for one more second, I would probably lose my mind, so I turned and walked away. A part of me wished he would stop me, and tell me all of this was just some prank. It didn't happen, I was just being delusional. I found my way to the library, releasing a heavy breath I didn't know I was holding.
I couldn't cry, even though my chest felt unbelievably heavy. But I couldn't also breathe, my heart wasn't doing much work at the moment.
“Mira!”
I turned. There he was, staring at me with this distant look in his eyes, like he didn't just kiss me last night and tell me I'm the only wolf he'll ever love.
“Thane," his name rolled off my tongue in a broken whisper.
I saw the regret flash through his eyes, as he took a step forward. “Mira, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…”
I took a step back, gripping something for support. He stopped, his fists falling to his side. "Mira, I'm sorry.”
The tears finally came. "Thane, what's going on?” I mumbled.
He looked away. "I have to do this. The council thinks it's the only way, I couldn't refuse them. Mira, you have to understand.” He was pleading, but it did little to pacify my wounded heart.
"So what? I'm just supposed to watch you get married to the daughter of a rival pack? I'm your mate, Thane. You're hurting me.” I cried.
He ran his hand through his hair. "They don't know that, Mira. No one knows you're my mate, and we have to keep it that way. It's something we both decided, Mira.”
Oh! “We didn't decide that you'll get married to someone else, did we?" I retorted.
“Mira…" I heard the strain in his voice, and my heart broke even more.
I bit my lips, trying to hold back the tears. “Why didn't you tell me?" I mumbled.
"I… I tried.”
Loud footsteps echoed, and the door made way at that point. I quickly turned away, wiping my tears away.
"Thane, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you.” A shrill voice broke the silence of the room.
I didn't need to be told to know who it was.
“Who is she? Gonna introduce us?" She asked.
There was silence for a while, then, “Mira!" Thane called.
I blinked repeatedly, hoping to keep the tears in. Taking a deep breath, I faced him. My eyes fell on their interlocked hands first. My heart shattered.
His hand is supposed to fit in only mine.
“Alexa, Mira is the pack's library keeper.” Thane said. I'm just the library keeper, moon goddess, please save me from this pain!
“Mira, this is Alexa, my…” he trailed off unexpectedly.
She didn't wait to ask why he stopped, she finished off for him. "His Luna-to-be. I am so excited already, aren't you?”
I swallowed, finally finding my voice. "Welcome to our pack, I hope you like it here.” I said.
She smiled at me, "Oh, I will. I know it." I saw mischief flash in her eyes, and my heart sank.
This is not going to be good.
She took Thane's hand, half-dragging him away. I watched them, my heart in my hands. So this was it!
My legs failed me, and I crumbled to the floor, finally letting the tears fall freely. This is what I get, I loved him shamelessly, with every thing I had, and this is what I get.
Who knew rejection hurts so bad!
The next few days of my life was torture. They were everywhere I went, I hated it. I hated the way she ran her eyes over him, the way she touched him, the way she intentionally kissed him anytime she knew I was in the room. I hated her.
To keep myself from having murderous thoughts, I buried myself in the library. It was my only source of comfort, the only way to stop myself from going insane.
Today however, I was going insane nevertheless.
The door made way, and she strode in, her shoulders raised like she owned the world. My fingers wrapped around the book I was holding subconsciously, as she approached me.
Fake a smile. “Luna-to-be, do you need anything?" The words fell off my mouth, leaving a lingering aftermath.
She grinned. "I hear this library has a lot of ancient books.” She said.
I nodded. "Yes.”
She looked around, then back at me. "And you take care of it all by yourself?”
I bit my lips. “Yes."
She was silent for a while, looking around again. “You’re doing a very good job, I must say.”
I parted my lips to respond, but her next words made me freeze. "But we'll have to find someone else for the job.”
"What?” I snapped.
She gave me a perplexed stare. “I'm very sure you heard me, Mira." Her tone was lowered, far from calm.
I swallowed. “I don't… I don't understand what you mean."
That same mischievous grin spread out on her face as she said, "It's quite easy to understand. We need to find someone else for the job, because I'm giving you a promotion.”
I hesitated, knowing fully well that the words she was going to spill wouldn't be any good.
She, however, didn't want for me to ask. “I like you, and I want you to serve me directly. This shabby library will do you no good, there will be a lot of benefits, however, from being beside me.”
What the…?
My lips parted in shock. How dare she? “Are you asking me to be your personal servant?"
She shrugged carelessly. “That's one way to see it, love. I just want you to be around me."
This lady must think that I'm a fool. "Well, I'm sorry, Luna-to-be, but I am not taking that offer.” I said, as politely as I could.
I must not have been polite enough, because her face twisted into an ugly frown. "You don't really have a choice, darling.”
What? “I do. You can't just come in here, and start making decisions for me. I had a life before you, and you have already taken enough from me. I'm sorry, but I won't put my life on hold to serve you."
I didn't mean to say so much, but the words came spilling.
Her eyes darkened, as she glared at me. “You… how dare you talk to me like that? I'm your Luna.”
I was fuming already. "Not yet, you aren't. And before you came in, I was there. He was mine.”
I realized my words too late. Way too late. And I also realized someone else had walked into the room, and my hands flew to my mouth.
“Mira, what nonsense are you saying?"
It was the Head Chief.
“What's wrong?" Revik asked, his eyes dark.The scout hesitated. “We’ve got three missing. Didn’t return to their quarters last night.”Revik didn’t look up. “Who?”“Erol, Marcey, and Tam.”A silence. Then the scrape of metal stopped. Revik rose.“Where were they stationed?”“South side—near the perimeter line.”Revik’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “They could’ve gone out early.”“Maybe,” the scout answered, though he didn’t sound convinced.Revik’s eyes turned to Luca and me. “You’re with me. South line. Let’s go.”No one said anything else.We moved fast. The woods around us blurred into flashes of green and shadow. I kept my senses stretched thin, eyes scanning for movement, scent, anything that felt off.The silence here was unnatural. The birds weren’t singing. The wind didn’t rustle the leaves the same way. Even the light seemed wrong—too bright in some patches, too dark in others.Luca was behind me, breathing heavier than usual, but he didn’t complain. Not once. Not when his
My body convulsed as I bolted upright, drenched in sweat, breath caught in my throat. The fire was out. The night was thick around me. A low wind whispered through the trees, but it sounded like laughter.My scream hadn’t been silent this time.Others were stirring. I could hear them—murmurs, curses, footsteps crunching in the dirt. Someone hissed for silence. Another grumbled something about waking the dead.I pressed both hands to my face, but the tears were still falling. My chest heaved, every breath slicing my lungs. I could still see her. I could still hear him choking.It wasn’t just a dream. It felt like a memory, worse still, a prophecy.I curled into myself, trying to disappear. But I could feel the eyes. Dozens of them. From the trees, from the tents, from the shadows.They were all watching me. I couldn't breathe, damn, I totally forgot how to.The nightmare still clung to me like oil—thick, suffocating, poisoning everything. I sat hunched beside the ashes of last night’s
Night came fast.It has been doing so a lot lately, like the sun had somewhere else more urgent to be. The last light bled slowly behind the trees, stretching the shadows long across the hollow. Fires flickered to life in small, scattered pits, they weren't large or too bright. Just enough for warmth.Luca sat across from me, sharpening one of Revik’s spare daggers with a piece of rough stone. His fingers moved in a rhythm that was more habit than need. His brows furrowed in concentration, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away.He was still in pain. Still pretending he wasn’t.“You don’t have to do that,” I said softly.“I know,” he murmured, not looking up. “Helps me think.”“What’re you thinking about?”“Nothing helpful.”The stone scraped again.I pulled my legs beneath me, hugging them close to keep the cold from creeping into my bones. A small fire danced between us, its glow painting Luca’s face in warm gold and deep shadow. For a moment, I just watched him, the hollow
MIRA'S POVThe cold bit deeper just before dawn.I tugged the thin shawl tighter around my shoulders and glanced back at the cave we’d used for the night, if it could be called a cave. It was barely more than a crack in the mountain, one that let in more wind than warmth. Damp, narrow, and echoing with the soft coughs of the injured. But it had been something. A place to breathe, if only for a night.Now, we had to move.Revik’s voice cut through the half-light. “Time to go. We don’t stay still longer than we need to.”No one argued.Even the youngest rogues—the boy with ash-blond hair and the girl who barely spoke—were already gathering what little they had. Most of us didn’t carry more than a pack. Some, like me, carried nothing at all.Luca stood near the cave mouth, hood drawn low, one hand pressed subtly to his other arm. His wound had reopened again last night. I’d seen the way he flinched when he thought no one was watching.Of course, I was watching.He caught me looking and
My voice broke. “Back there, when you fell... I couldn’t breathe, Luca. I couldn’t... I don’t know what I would’ve done.”He turned, pulling me gently closer with his uninjured arm. “You’re not going to lose me. Not now. Not ever. You and I—we’re going to make it.”“You promise?”He leaned his forehead to mine. “With everything I have.”I felt the warmth of his breath, the heat in his skin, even beneath the cold of the cave. The pain in his body didn’t matter in that moment. All that existed was us. In the silence of the cave, with the scent of moss and earth around us, we were just two people trying to survive.“I don’t want to keep running,” I murmured. “I want to stop, breathe, build something.”“We will,” he said softly. “Just not yet.”“Yeah. Not yet.”I pulled a blanket from the pack we carried and draped it around both of us, curling into his side. His arm tightened around me, and I closed my eyes to the rhythmic beat of his heart. Steady, even now.I didn’t know what tomorrow
I caught him before he fell completely. My hands found his side. Blood."No, no, no…"Revik tackled the third hunter before he could fire again, slamming his head into a rock. Everything went silent again. But I didn’t hear it. I could only feel the heat of Luca’s blood against my palm."It’s not silver," he rasped, smiling through the pain. "Lucky you. I get to suffer longer.""Shut up," I choked out, tears falling. "Don’t joke. Please."The rogues surrounded us, tense, scanning the woods."We need to move," Revik said. "Now. There could be more."They helped me lift Luca. He was barely conscious. I held him against me as we ran. The trees blurred. My chest burned.We didn’t stop until we found another small clearing by a stream, miles away.That night, I cleaned his wound. My hands shook so hard I could barely hold the cloth. The bullet had gone clean through, missing anything vital, but it hurt to see him like that."Hey," he whispered, eyes fluttering open. "You’re shaking.""Of c