ARIA The house stood far from the pack’s main homes, half-hidden by tall, dead trees. It looked old and tired — like even the walls wanted to give up. When I arrived, Mira stood at the door with her arms folded. Her eyes scanned me slowly, like I was dirt she didn’t want on her floor. Behind her, her husband, Garret, leaned on the wall, silent, watching. “So,” Mira said, her voice hard. “You’re the Alpha’s little guest?” I swallowed. “I’m not a guest.” She raised a brow. “Good. Because guests are treated better.” Garret stepped aside, nodding slightly. “Come in. Alpha’s orders.” The house smelled of smoke and soup. A small fire burned weakly in the corner. I stepped inside, holding my hands close to my body. My torn dress brushed against my legs. Mira’s daughter, Clara, came down the stairs just then — blonde hair neat, clean dress, eyes full of something sharp. “So this is her?” she said, tilting her head. “She doesn’t look special, and she’s not worth being her
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