Mira opened her eyes and the familiar sense washed over her. She looked around at the simplicity of the room she was in. Slowly sitting herself, her body ached in every direction. She felt like she had been run over by a bulldozer. Her eyes perked by the sound of the water coming from the door across the room.
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For the next few days, planning, brainstorming and scouting all happened. Dozens of plans and contingencies were taken into consideration if they were to work together in hunting Damien. Cohen had established a team specifically to scout Damien’s last known location. The royal vampire wasn’t like the rest of his siblings. He had dark witches and a big army working for him, covering every possible track of their whereabouts. As tricky as he was, Mira knew sooner or later he would eventually make a mistake and reveal his own location.
He sat on the chair of his office, looking exhausted and lacking sleep. Meeting after meeting had been attended regarding the Southern Werewolves Pack but everything went back to square one again. The Defense Council dismissed the Councilors’ appeal to move Enforcers into the aforementioned pack territory. Sure the Council had ten times Enforcers than Alpha Cohen’s but they could not ignore the fact that the Kingsley family was the reason why the Council still remained strong and tall after decades of wars with the vampires.
“Oh come on!” Grover groaned in annoyance after Dalton pushed him to the chair. He folded his arms over his chest. “Let me guess you want to have a word with Mira.”Grover was far from surprised. He knew to expect this to happen one way or another. That was the downside working with a well-know
He got up from the chair and went to the glass wall that had the view of his club. His hand reached for the pocket on his waistcoat and took out a photo of himself with a brunette woman. When he knew her, he knew nothing about the supernatural world. Because of her, he was tangled in her world and he didn’t complain about it.
Hearing that from Grover, Dalton realized how much the Council had caused pain to those they swore to protect. Dalton was at loss of words. He didn’t realize how blind he was in the past. He was just following orders blindly even if it means killing people. When they went after the Resistance, Dalton had nothing else in his mind. They were told that the Resistance was working with the vampires while pretending they were sheltering humans from the wars. They were supplying humans as blood banks.
The car moved again, leaving the club. Staring out of the window as her mind wandered somewhere else. Yet her fingers couldn’t stop brushing against each other. Mira looked on her fingers—the same fingers that touched the bullet earlier. There was no hint of pain. Not even the slightest. Her skin didn’t burn. Like any other werewolves, she usually would feel pain or her skin would burn whenever it touched silver or wolfsbane — anything that could potentially hurt a werewolf. Except that this time she felt nothing.
The next morning, she leaned against the porch’s pillar as she watched Cohen train with his Enforcers. Of course, the Alpha took it as a sign to parade his shirtless body everywhere. She just rolled her eyes off when he did that.
Mira couldn’t remember how it went that night. But she remembered that she took a contract about locating a missing young woman who was believed to have been sold to a brothel.The rain was pouring that night. Mira stood by the parking lot, looking at the building ahead of her. From the look of it, it was just a