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she added, taking note of the way Mira's eyes had rolled into the back of her head. “I am a beta wolf, and I don't hate all the witches. Just the blood drinkers. You won't have recognized them, pallid white like that, but my parents were Alpha and Luna Davidson. I am their only child, and while I'm not a reincarnate like you, I was the best hunter in the pack, Spooky Hollows.” Nodding, Mira snapped off a twig that was trailing her face and made a mental note to trim that tree. She understood how solemn the memories were for her new friend, and she wanted to give her the silence she needed to tell her stories.

Kira and I jerked away from each other and to my utmost annoyance, Mira was the one at the door looking livid. “Have you lost your mind, Mira? Why did you make such an entrance?” I asked, holding Kira down with my hand when she attempted to stand up. I saw Mira's eyes lock on the location of my hand. “I should be asking you what you are doing with that slut!” She screamed. Kira gasped, staring at me. “What is she talking about?”

Mira said, feigning a scared expression before bursting into a loud booming laughter. " I want to push you too far, too far that you won't think about coming back again." Mira said, her voice dropping and threatening. " You should have stopped when I told you to but what did you do? You kept pushing me over and over again. Now you are warning me not to push your limits? Too bad, I currently like doing the opposite of what I'm told." Turning to the bodyguards accompanying Lucia's, Mira Instructed," Boy's, prepare the Queen for her first ride down to Haven." Her voice held mischief as she enjoyed the horrified expression on Lucia's face.

Until she said the one thing I couldn’t forgive: “She must be contained.” I stepped forward, voice cold. “She is not a weapon.” “She’s not a girl anymore.” “She’s mine.” Elira stared. Then, quietly: “Then maybe it’s time you choose who you’re loyal to.” 8. Mira’s Name That night, the Grove burned. Not in fire. In truth. Mira stood at the Spiral’s heart. Her hands lifted to the seed chamber above. Her voice stronger than ever before called out a single name:

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 every

“She could throw me across the yard without much effort.” Vincent leaned forward. “Have you wondered if she might be something else?” “The monster as she called it?” “It’s much more complicated than the monster,” Vincent replied. “You see, Mira was born as a werewolf. At least that was what she told me. Then, she became Damien’s slave. You know he loved doing experiments and all those weird things to his slaves. Mira was one of those results from his experiments but the only one who survived.” “Are you saying she’s a result from an experiment?”

What if the pack rejects her and the baby? Wanda snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of Mira’s voice. Mira is one of the pack maids. She is in charge of the laundry and occasional outfits of every member of the house. Despite her miniature frame, she is in her mid-forties and has gathered enough experience in laundry matters. She has a commandeering voice that makes her subordinates get things done at the snap of her fingers. She is arriving from the Pack Laundry house when she sees Petra and Wanda in the garden. Petra is plaiting Wanda’s hair into cornrows. The former had insisted, even though Wanda did not feel up to it. However, now that she is holding a mirror and can see what Petra i

she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

Mira answered Mekhi with a sexy smirk playing on her lips, batting her long thick dark eyelashes at him, and Mekhi knew instantly what she wanted. And hell, for the information on this USB, he did not mind doing what he needed to do for it. Mira was a petite, sexy woman with long jet-black hair and a tattoo of a tiger wrapped around her upper right arm, with piercing green eyes. Mekhi did not mind at all. They quickly paid and left to spend the night together, and the next day she told him to give her a few days to work her magic. The next day, on his way back to his community, Mekhi thought of Sacha and recalled last night, he had made passionate love to Mira

her eyes shot at me, wrapping her hands around my mouth to shun me up, “I did this for my own reason and I know with time we are going to use him as our middle plan. Besides, I know that he won't be surviving anytime soon and if at all he ends up dying I don't give a damn fuck about him.” “That's so mean of you to say, Mira.” She chuckled at me and shook her head,”If you truly know what Alpha Logan has done to me and how he has made life miserable for me you’d wish him nothing but death.” I looked at her for some minutes and didn't realize when the question slipped out of my mouth, “Who exactly are you, Mira?” “Probably with time you’d get to know who I am but for now I have nothing else to