Semua Bab Remember Me, Alpha : Bab 11 - Bab 20

MIRA POV“You’re doing the squinting thing,” Petra said.“I’m not squinting.”“You absolutely are. You’ve been doing it since you sat down. Is it a headache?”We were at the small table in the break room at the back of the healer centre, the one with two chairs and a window that looked out over a concrete wall and a drainpipe. Lunch. Or what passed for lunch, which today was a sandwich I’d made this morning and hadn’t particularly wanted even when I made it.“I’m fine,” I said.Petra looked at me. She had known me for three years and she had a very accurate internal alarm for when I was lying and it was clearly going off right now because she put her fork down and folded her arms on the table and looked at me with the full weight of her attention.“How bad,” she said.I stopped pretending to look at my sandwich.“Not terrible,” I said. “Just there. At the edges.”“The edges of what.”“Of my vision. It’s a shimmer. Like when you look at a road on a hot day and the air looks wrong. It’s

MIRA POVThe question sat in the air between us.What did I say to you that day.I knew exactly what he had said. I had been carrying it for five years in the exact tone it was delivered, with the exact pauses, including the one near the end where he had gone quiet for three full seconds before finishing the sentence. I knew all of it. Every word. And I could feel the memory of it pressing forward right now, warming up at the back of my skull the way things did when the bond pulled at them, like it wanted me to just say it, like it had been waiting for exactly this moment and was done being patient.His office smelled like coffee and paper and faintly like whatever soap he used, which I also knew from carrying five years of closeness to him, and I wished it didn’t, I genuinely wished it didn’t because the smell of him in an enclosed space was not something I had built a defence for and it was making the memories louder in a way I had not budgeted for this morning.I looked at him acro

MIRA POV“You’re wearing the blue one,” Petra said. Not a question.“I was going to wear the grey one.”“The grey one makes you look like you’re attending a funeral. You’re going to a dinner. With people. Wear the blue one.”She was already in my wardrobe, pushing things aside with the confidence of someone who had decided the matter was settled. I sat on the end of my bed and let her make decisions about my clothing because it was easier than the alternative, which was thinking about where we were going and who was going to be there.“I don’t need to impress anyone,” I said.“No, you need to attend a formal pack dinner without looking like you’re dreading it. Those are different things. Blue.” She pulled it out and held it up. “This one. It’s not even a discussion.”I took the dress.“How’s your head?” she said, going back into the wardrobe for shoes now.“Better than yesterday.”“That’s not the same as good.”“No but it’s better than yesterday so I’ll take it.”She found the shoes s

MIRA POVAt five in the morning my apartment had that particular kind of quiet that was different from nighttime quiet. Flatter. The street outside had gone to its minimum, one car every few minutes, no voices, just the low hum of a city that had not quite started yet. I had been lying in the dark for two hours watching the ceiling and I was done with it.I got dressed in the dark. Layers, because it was early and cold and the river path had no shelter and I knew the cold would help in a way that lying in bed watching the ceiling did not.I had been inside my own head for days. Sophia’s words sitting in there with Destan’s patience and Lena’s tests and the call log on the old phone and the way Caius had said my name yesterday like his mouth knew something the rest of him didn’t. All of it stacked up and pressing and my skull feeling like a room with too many people in it. I needed outside. I needed the cold and the open and something that was just air.The river path ran along the bas

MIRA POV“You’re coming with me,” Petra said. Not a question.“I’m not a strategist.”“I know that. You’re also the only person in this building who knows anything real about Destan Cole and isn’t in that room yet. So you’re coming.” She had her tablet under one arm and her Beta face on, the one she put on when she wasn’t Petra my friend anymore but Petra who had a job to do. “You don’t have to say anything. Just be there. If something comes up that you have knowledge on, tell me and I’ll put it in the right direction. Okay?”“Petra.”“Two senior wolves are missing. Please.”I went.The war room was on the second floor of the pack building, a room I had walked past many times and been in exactly never. Bigger than I’d expected. A long table with a screen on one wall, maps already up and flagged, the specific organised energy of a room full of people who had been doing this work for years and knew how to move in an emergency. Seven people already seated when we came in and two more arr