Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

"No one said you were." Mira arrived the next day. She was small for a wolf—barely five feet—with dark curly hair and eyes the color of honey. She moved like she expected to be attacked at any moment. When she saw AJ, she tensed. "You must be Alistair Jr.," she said. "AJ. Just AJ." "Right." She looked around. "This place is... bigger than I expected." "It's home. Come on. I'll show you around." He led her through the pack house, the training grounds, the forest trails. She asked few questions and offered even less about herself. But AJ noticed the way her eyes softened when she saw the pups playing, the way her shoulders relaxed when they passed the river.

What if returning meant reuniting with a stranger? Then her wrist burned. Not with words or warnings, but with a small, trembling pulse. A whimper that existed below sound. Sera was still there. Still listening. Still trapped inside the woman Mira wanted to hate. Mira lowered her hand, the anger dissolving into something more complicated. “I will not hurt the cage while my wolf is inside it.” The choice tasted like ash and iron. But it was hers. Darius nodded to Tovan, who carefully wrapped the broken mirror in protective cloth. Galen gathered the Moon Rite fabric, his expression grim.

The press calls him devoted, eccentric, and controlled by a wife no one has ever seen. Evan knows the truth. Adrian is still waiting for the woman he was supposed to marry. “I’ll take care of it.” The elevator reaches the executive floor. Adrian walks into his office while Evan opens a new email from TÉRA. The designer’s profile is brief. Mira, twenty-seven. Trained in jewelry design in the United States and Paris. Winner of the Aurora International High Jewelry Award. No legal name. No photograph. The final attachment shows the piece she created for tonight’s auction.

he explained. “To make sure, you need to see if she has a tattoo on her back. Mira's tattoo was a Gemini twin because she came from Gemini Covenant. And in Mira's story, there are only twelve covenants of witches in the world named after constellations.” Hearing constellations really made me think. She loved constellations. She loved the universe. Not so, she feels like home whenever she sees the universe because she belonged to one of the covenants of witches?

And she would not die here. She forced herself upright, her muscles trembling like shattered glass. Echo tried to steady her, sobbing now. "You said we were real," she whispered. Mira grabbed the drive from the terminal and slammed it into the access port on her wrist cuff, a feature the Circle had designed for monitoring. Now, she would feed them a different signal. The screen pulsed. External input detected. Error. Cross-signal conflict. Mira poured every shred of her wolf energy into that feed. Into her will. Into the bond with Grey that still pulsed like distant thunder.

Dante stared at his bruised arms and walked away suppressing the pain that wrecked his shoulder. ************ Mira stepped out of the bed her pussy throbbing from the pleasure. Her pussy had swelled up and it was a result of the good sex she had. Damon had stepped out to get something for her from the kitchen and she had just been sitting on the bed doing nothing. Mira walked to the Mirror and stared at herself, the reflection of herself the mirror gave her made her pussy throb.

They knew better than to stand close when shifters locked up like this. Mira stood on the polished stone in ripped jeans and a yellow top I had made her buy. Her eyes were not brown. They were silvered at the edges, wolf-slicked. Her wolf rode high but did not take her over. She was breathing hard and steady, like she was trying not to shake.

Then widened again. Finally, a faint orange glow appeared ahead—firelight. Mira’s den. A small, warm chamber carved naturally by time. Furs lined the floor. Herbs hung from cracks in the walls. A circle of cooling stones held a steady flame. Mira rose from beside the fire the moment she saw them. Her eyes widened. “Oh, ancestors… Kiera.” Her tone was soft, reverent, like one speaking to someone who had survived a divine curse. Kiera stiffened immediately, body twitching toward Ronan.

“Hi…my name is Phoenix and yes, I’m new.” I finally find my voice A lithe werewolf with shoulder-length auburn curls in micro locs, a mikly chocolate complexion, and an easy grin that seemed to set her apart from the others. Mira came to be during a break, holding out water like a peace offering. “Thought so.” She plopped down beside me on the bench, I noticed her bright hazel eyes full of curiosity. “I’ve noticed you around, and I also noticed you are always so quiet.”

There were two chairs on one side and one on the other. Darius and I sat down next to each other while Mira went to the kitchen area and started pulling things off the shelves. She moved quickly for someone who looked so old and I couldn't stop staring at her. Her skin was dark and covered in wrinkles, her hair was completely white and hung down her back in a long braid. But her eyes were what really caught my attention because they were completely black with no white parts at all. "Stop staring child" Mira said without turning around. "It's rude."