The Wolf Who Forgot Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

MIRA POV“Everyone already knew,” Dani said.I looked up from the supply form I was signing off. She was in the doorway of my old shared office, leaning against the frame the way she always leaned against frames, coffee in hand, the expression of someone delivering information they had been sitting on for a while and had finally decided was too good to keep.“Knew what,” I said.“About you and the Alpha,” she said. “All of us in the centre. We knew something was happening weeks before anything official. Before you were in the war room or the council sessions or any of it.”I put the pen down. “How.”“Mira.” She gave me the look she reserved for things she considered obvious. “He came in for his post-mission check the day after he arrived. He sat in that exact chair you are sitting in right now. And then a week later you walked in here looking like someone had pulled the floor out from under you and you sat at that desk for forty minutes staring at a two page file.”I stared at her.“W

MIRA POV“I know,” Sable said.I stared at him.We were at his kitchen table. His place this time, not mine. He had made food the way he always made food when something significant was about to be talked about, like his hands needed something to do while his face decided what to say. The ribs were fully healed. The eyebrow had a small scar now that he would have forever and had completely stopped caring about.“I told you something,” I said.“Yes,” he said. “And I said I know.”“I told you I am moving in with him,” I said. “Into his apartment. That is a significant piece of information that I expected to land in a specific way.”“Mira.” He looked at me with the expression he had when he thought I was being slower than usual about something obvious. “He has been in my living room four times this month.”“He has been in your living room because you two have been …”“Because he keeps coming by,” Sable said. “On various pretexts. And every single time he is here and you walk into the room

MIRA POV“How many did you identify in the second wave?” I said.Caius looked at the list on the desk between us. “Fourteen. Three with direct operational involvement. Four who were functionally useful to those three without understanding the full picture. Seven who had ideological alignment but no active role.”“The seven,” I said. “What happens to them?”“Nothing criminal,” he said. “Most of them have done nothing that crosses into accountability territory. They believed in an idea. The idea was wrong and they were used but being wrong is not a pack offence.” He looked at me. “What happens to them depends on what they do next.”“And the four,” I said.“Useful but uninformed,” he said. “That is the harder category.” He leaned back. “They carried messages, kept schedules, passed along communications. None of them knew the content was linked to attacks on allied packs. But they were part of the infrastructure.” He paused. “I cannot treat them the same as the three with direct involveme

MIRA POV“This is the third one this week,” Petra said, looking at the list on my desk.“Fourth,” I said. “There was one on Tuesday that I did not put on the list yet.”“You need a list for your list.”“I need a better system,” I said. “The list is fine.”She looked at the papers spread across my desk in the small office. The fracture map was still on the wall but it had new things on it now, not just pack territories and attack sequences. Small notes. Names. Arrows connecting situations to people and people to outcomes.“These are all faction-adjacent,” she said. “The people you have been talking to.”“Yes,” I said. “Fen introduced me to two others from her situation. Different packs, similar profiles. Young, on the edges of the operation, carrying things they did not understand or doing small tasks that were explained to them as something else.”“And you have been talking to all of them,” Petra said.“Yes.”“Formally? Informally?”“Informally,” I said. “I am not a therapist. I am no

MIRA POV“I found something,” he said.He was at the kitchen counter making coffee. His back to me. I was at the table with the Thursday session notes I had been putting in order, the questions from the healer centre junior staff all written out so I could prepare for them properly.“Found what,” I said.He turned around. Brought both mugs to the table and sat down across from me and he had the expression he had when he had been sitting with something for a while and had decided it was time to say it.“In the memories,” he said. “I have been going through them slowly.”“I know,” I said. “You told me you were not going to rush.”“I am not rushing,” he said. “But I found something I want to tell you about.” He wrapped both hands around his mug. “Not one of the hard parts. Something good.”I put my notes down.He looked at the table for a second. Gathering the shape of it.“Three years into the mission,” he said. “I was at the end of a particularly long stretch. The cover was holding but