Todos os capítulos de Remember Me, Alpha : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

MIRA POV"He is alright," Sable said.I looked up from my mug."I said what I said," he added, before I could respond. "Do not make it weird."He was sitting across my kitchen table with both hands around his own mug and the taped ribs and the stitched eyebrow and the expression he got when he had been turning something over for a while and had finally landed somewhere he did not fully want to be. He was looking at the table, not at me. Like the table was slightly safer."Okay," I said."I am not saying it enthusiastically.""I heard you.""I am saying it the way a person says something they have been trying not to say for a long time and have finally given up on not saying." He picked up his mug. Put it down without drinking. "He is alright. I have thought he was alright for five years and I was annoyed about it and I am still a little annoyed about it but there it is."The kitchen was morning-bright. Early light coming through the window above the sink, that clean pale kind before t

MIRA POV"I will be back in an hour," he had said.That was it. No explanation of what he was walking into, no details about how he planned to handle it. He had said it the way he said things when he had already decided and was just giving me the information, and then he had gone.I knew where he was going.I sat in his office with the lamp on and his desk in front of me and the city outside the window doing its afternoon thing and I waited.His desk was familiar to me now in a way it had not been three weeks ago. The notepad he kept to the left, always open to a fresh page. The pen that was always the same one until it ran out and then a different one that looked exactly the same. The coffee cup that was usually cold. The mug I had put on the edge of his desk all those weeks ago when I walked in here with it in my hands and stood across from him and asked where it came from.He had not moved it.All this time. Through everything. The mug was still on the same edge of the desk, the da

MIRA POV"What exactly is a Memory Wolf?"The council member who asked it was somewhere in his sixties, grey at the temples, with the kind of face that had been doing this job for a long time and was not hostile but was very, very careful. He said it the way he said everything. Measured. Like he was checking the weight of the question before he committed to it.The council room was long. Dark wood table, eight chairs on each side, two at the heads. Caius at one end. Me beside him, one seat to his left. Not at the back. Not against the wall. Beside him.Every person at that table had noticed that."A Memory Wolf is exactly what the name suggests," I said. "I can absorb memories from another person, hold them, and return them when needed. The person I carry for experiences the transfer as a loss, like forgetting. I experience it as gaining. I feel what they felt. I know what they knew.""You carry the memories as your own," another council member said. Woman, mid-fifties, dark eyes that

MIRA POV“Here,” I said. “Look at this one.”He crossed to where I was standing at the wall. Five in the morning, his office lit by the lamp and the overhead light I had turned on an hour ago when the lamp alone was not enough. Papers and printed maps pinned across the whole left wall, the ones I had pulled from the war room files and brought up here after the phone call because I needed the space and his desk was not big enough.He stood beside me and looked at where my finger was pointing.“That connection,” I said. “Between Harrow pack and the Verlen group. That relationship goes back thirty years. Trade agreements, shared patrols on the northern boundary, two families who intermarried. It was the strongest link in the entire northern section of the alliance.”“Was,” he said.“The first attack hit Harrow’s senior wolves. The second hit Verlen’s communications structure. Neither attack looked connected. Different methods, different timing, two weeks apart.” I moved my finger along t

MIRA POV“Her name is Tara,” Orion said.He was leaning against the wall of the small meeting room they had put me in while Caius handled the confrontation. Not a holding room. Just a room. Coffee on the table that had gone cold while I waited and a window that showed the side of the building across the narrow gap between them.“Communications department,” he said. “Eighteen months with the pack. No flags on her record, no unusual behaviour reported, no notable relationships with anyone we had been watching.”“That is the point,” I said.“Yes.” He looked at his tablet. “She was recruited specifically because she was unremarkable. Average access, average presence, not the kind of person who got a second look in a hallway.”I thought about the pack dinner. All those people I had scanned and catalogued that night, looking for threats, watching Destan, tracking Lena. I had not been looking for someone unremarkable. I had been looking for something that showed up.“How did he find her,” I