Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

RILEY Luna's Resonance practice sessions with Mira had been happening twice a week since May. Mira was forty-seven years old, from an eastern pack, and had the specific combination of warmth and precision of a teacher who was genuinely excellent at what she did — the warmth created safety, the precision created the framework within which something real could be learned. She had the Harper-Wren Resonance herself, though a weaker expression than Luna's, and she'd spent twenty years developing and teaching it. Reyes had found her through a contact network that spanned thirty years and two dozen packs, which was to say Reyes had found her the way Reyes found everything: completely and correctly.

Mira reported. He reluctantly took a step back, pulling Saffron with him. I stood beside them, wrapping an arm around Saffron’s trembling shoulders. Mira’s hands hovered over her body, and a soft light began to glow from her palms. She closed her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, the only sounds being the pained groans of the other injured warriors who had joined us. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably only a minute before Mira opened her eyes and let out a long breath. The light faded.

Mira. The Luna of Crescent Moon stood at the edge of the crowd, barely upright. The maid clung to her arm for support, but Mira broke free, staggering forward. Her steps were unsteady. Her body tilted slightly to one side, the weight of her pregnancy pressing on her, yet her voice carried with an authority that silenced every whisper.

“You have the drive?” Lena nodded, holding it up. Mira rose from her chair, moving closer with the caution of someone who’s spent years expecting betrayal. “Do you have any idea what this is?” she asked. “We were hoping you could tell us,” I said. She studied me for a long moment, then motioned us toward the table. “Close the door.” When we were seated, Mira connected the drive to a small terminal—a patched-together machine made of obsolete tech and custom circuits. Lines of code spilled across the screen, dense and encrypted.

I found Mira already there, sitting at the small table, a laptop open in front of her, her expression tense in the dim early morning light. "You're up early," I said, settling carefully into the chair across from her. "Couldn't sleep," she admitted. "I've been going through what intelligence I still have access to. Trying to understand what the Warden's next move might look like, now that the convergence failed." "Find anything," I asked, though something in her expression already suggested the answer wasn't going to be simple.

She pressed a treacherous hand to the frantic pulse on her collarbone. "You're playing me like a spellcasting witch!" Jacob retorted, with a sudden jerk on his face. "I want you more now than last night" "It's hard," Mira said through gritted teeth, a deep, overwhelming shudder of longing that came over her like the effects of a heady drug that made her feel more alive than ever before. Dizziness and disorientation. Her blank brown eyes pressed against his hard, dark face with a painful longing that cut through her pride like glass and sliced it into ribbons.

Elder Mira’s POV The chamber of the moon was silent except for the slow drip of melted wax. Twelve candles burned in a perfect circle, each flame motionless — a sign of wards drawn too tightly. Elder Mira stood at the center, palms pressed to the basin carved from pale stone. The water within should have been silver and still. Instead, it churned, shadow threading through light like oil over milk. “She’s close,” she said quietly. “Closer than any of us predicted.”

He was watching me with an expression that had nothing to do with Alphas or power or politics. "How close?" he asked Mira. "Getting there. Maybe two hours. Maybe less." She was already preparing instruments. "She's early. Six weeks. I need you calm and out of my way when the time comes." "Understood." He didn't look away from me. "I'm not leaving." "I didn't say leave. I said out of my way." Mira moved around him like he was furniture. "Renn. Door." Renn went back to the window without argument.

Darius stood by the green plants against the wall. He was barely in his twenties, and despite his cold demeanor, his face still carried a hint of youthful vigor. The warm light in the corridor illuminated him, making his eyes, similar to Candice's, appear even deeper. Candice's steps faltered as she approached. She lowered her gaze for a moment before looking at Darius calmly. "Darius... Renault." She enunciated each syllable, especially emphasizing the "Renault."

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira swung her sword and Sierra tightened her hold around her katana. As Marsha knew well that she was no match for Mira, she decided to keep her target towards her womb to kill the child. Aiming for her belly, Marsha stood up and tried to stab Mira's belly with her sword. The pendant in her neck shined brightly. It blinded Marsha and Mira was able to punch Marsha's belly hard. Marsha went flying towards the wall on the other side of the hall.