บททั้งหมดของ The Wolf Who Forgot Me: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

MIRA POVThe sky was doing that thing.That specific grey-turning-blue thing that happened right before the sun actually showed up. Not light yet. Just the promise of it. The city below was starting to wake up in that slow half-asleep way, a bus here, a delivery truck there, the odd early person on a pavement with a coffee cup and somewhere to be.I was sitting against the low wall of the roof with Caius's jacket around my shoulders and his shoulder pressed against mine and I was lighter than I had been in five years.Not lighter like I was floating. Lighter like something real and physical had been sitting on my chest for a very long time and was now just not there. My breathing was different. Easier. The space inside my head that had always had him in it was quiet in a way it had never been quiet and it was strange and a little disorienting and also the best thing I had felt in five years.I watched the city get light and I thought about that.Who was I now.For five years I had bee

MIRA POV"Start wherever feels right," Sophia said.She had her small notebook open on the desk between us. Her pen was already in her hand. Not hovering, not ready to pounce. Just held, easy, like she had all the time in the world and had decided to give it to me.Her office was the same as the last time I had been in it. The dry warm paper smell. The heater doing its low constant hum. The kind of room that felt like it had heard a lot of difficult things over the years and had gotten quietly good at holding them.I sat across from her with my hands around a mug of tea I had not asked for and she had made anyway, and I looked at the window behind her that showed a grey afternoon sky, and I tried to find the beginning."He knew what I was before I knew he knew," I said. "That was the first thing. I thought I had been careful. I thought my ability was not visible unless I was using it. But he had the finder and the finder had already flagged me before I ever walked into a room with him

MIRA POVI was going to tell him today.That was the decision I had walked out of Sophia’s office with. This evening. Before he reached it on his own. I was going to sit across from him and say it plainly and not make him come to me with that weight and no context.I had the words. I had been building them all the way across the pack building, the whole walk up the stairs, the whole corridor.And then I opened his door.And I knew immediately.He was at his desk. Sitting very still. Papers in front of him that he was not reading. His hands were flat on the desk surface and his eyes were on a point somewhere past the window and he had that expression on his face.The one from the alley. Contained. Enormous. Very, very quiet.The kind of quiet that was not calm.I closed the door behind me. Did not speak. Just stood there and let him hear the click of the latch and waited.He looked up.The moment his eyes found me the contained thing got bigger. I watched it move through his face. Not

MIRA POV"Where," I said.My voice came out wrong. Flat and too quiet and not matching what was happening inside my chest at all."We do not have a confirmed location yet," Caius said. He was already at his desk, phone in hand, pulling up something on his laptop with the other. "The contact who called had limited information. He got out of a vehicle two streets from where Sable was last confirmed and made the call from a public phone.""When was Sable last confirmed?""Two hours ago. He checked in with pack security after the briefing this morning. Standard contact. Nothing flagged."Two hours. He had been gone two hours and nobody had known.My brain did the thing it did when something was bad enough. It went cold. Clear. Very fast. Like all the noise dropped out and what was left was just the information, just what I knew, just what was useful.Underneath the cold was something else.Hot and animal and not strategic at all, the part that knew Sable's voice and his handwriting and th

MIRA POV"There," Caius said quietly.I had already seen him.Sable was on the far side of the warehouse, standing with his arms crossed and his chin up and his jaw set in the specific way it went when he was scared and had decided nobody was going to know that. There was blood above his left eyebrow. A cut, maybe three centimetres, not deep enough to need stitches but fresh enough that it had run down the side of his face and dried there. Someone had not been careful with him and I noted that. Filed it. Someone was going to answer for that.He saw me the same second I saw him.His face did the thing. The frightened thing he always tried to hide, the way his eyes went too still for just a second before he got them back under control. I gave him the smallest nod I could manage. Just that. I see you. We are here. Hold on.He let out a breath. Nodded back.The warehouse smelled like cold concrete and something metallic underneath it that I was not going to think about too hard. High ceil