The night I died, I was carrying a carton of milk, six eggs, and the stupid hope that my husband might come home for dinner.It was raining hard enough to blur the lights along Silverpine Road. By the time I left the little convenience store, the bottom of the paper bag had already started to soften.I tucked it against my chest and hurried beneath the awnings.I should have driven.Lunas weren't supposed to wander around alone after dark, especially in weather like this.Then again, there were a lot of things Lunas weren't supposed to do.They weren't supposed to cook their own dinners because the household staff had mysteriously forgotten them.They weren't supposed to be ignored when they asked where their husbands were.And they definitely weren't supposed to spend their fourth wedding anniversary eating alone.Yet here I was.Mira Hale.Luna of Silverpine Pack.Wolf-less Omega.Wife of Alpha Rowan Hale.And, apparently, the only person in the manor who had noticed there was nothi
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