Chapter 58
Mira’s POV_
The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth as I stood in the middle of the clearing. The entire Firemoon Pack was gathered around, their murmurs quieting as Killian stepped forward. His presence was commanding as always, but tonight, something was different. His shoulders weren’t squared with pride but weighed down, almost… humble.
“I called you all here tonight,” he began, his deep voice carrying across the clearing, “to honor the memory of someone who was taken from us too soon–Mira’s mother.”
The mention of my mother sent a pang through my chest. I swallowed hard, keeping my face composed even
as emotions churned within me.
“She was a healer, a guide, and a light in this pack,” Killian continued, his gaze sweeping the crowd before landing on me. “Her loss is a wound we all bear, but none more than her daughter. And for the pain I have caused her, I need to make things right.”
I stiffened as the crowd’s attention shifted to me.
Killian turned to face me fully, his black eyes locking onto mine. “Mira,” he said, his voice softer now, “I owe you more than an apology. I owe you a lifetime of regret for the way I have treated you. I rejected you when I should have protected you. I let my fear blind me to your worth.”
The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, but I couldn’t let myself trust it completely. My heart ached at his words, but walls I had built to protect myself held firm.
Killian dropped to one knee, his head bowed. A collective gasp rippled through the pack. “I am sorry, Mira. Not as an Alpha, but as a man. I failed you. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I will spend every day trying to earn
your trust.”
The silence was deafening, broken only by the crackling of the bonfire. My throat tightened, my emotions warring inside me. Part of me wanted to believe him, to let myself hope, but another part remembered the pain he had caused.
I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the storm within. “Words are easy, Killian. Actions are what
matter.”
His eyes met mine, filled with a raw vulnerability I hadn’t seen before. “Then let my actions prove it.”
The ceremony continued with stories of my mother’s kindness and strength. Pack members shared memories, their voices carrying warmth and sorrow. For the first time, I felt a sense of belonging among them, a fragile connection forming.
Killian remained close but didn’t push. He greeted those who spoke, ensuring the ceremony remained about
my mother, not him.
Later, as the crowd began to disperse, I lingered by the fire. The flames danced, their warmth soothing the chill in the air.
Killian approached me cautiously, his presence tentative. “Mira,” he began, his voice hesitant, “can I sit?”
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I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
He sat beside me, leaving a respectful distance between us. “I know I can’t undo the past, but I want to be better–for you, for the pack. If you ever need anything, I’m here.”
His words hung in the air, a fragile offering. I glanced at him, his face etched with sincerity. “We’ll see,” I said quietly, my tone neutral.
For the first time in a long while, I saw a flicker of hope in his eyes.
Unknown’s POV
I watched from the shadows, my position hidden by the trees surrounding the clearing. The Firemoon Pack was weaker than I had imagined, their emotions an open wound waiting to be exploited.
My gaze fixed on Mira, the center of it all. She was stronger than I expected, her presence commanding despite her obvious grief. Aaron would want to know this.
The Alpha, Killian, was a fool. His public display of repentance reeked of desperation, a clear sign of his guilt.
Aaron would use that to his advantage.
I moved closer, careful to remain silent. My heart raced as I caught fragments of their conversation by the
fire.
“If you ever need anything, I’m here,” Killian said, his voice low.
I smirked. Fool. His weakness for her would be his undoing.
I slipped away as the ceremony ended, blending into the night. By the time I reached the edge of the territory, my heart was pounding, not from exertion but from the thrill of the mission.
Aaron would be pleased.
Back at the rogue camp, Aaron was waiting, his eyes sharp as I approached. “What did you find?” he demanded, his voice cold and commanding.
“The Firemoon Pack is vulnerable,” I reported. “The Alpha is distracted, trying to mend his relationship with the girl. He even held a ceremony in her mother’s honor.”
Aaron’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “Pathetic,” he muttered. “And Mira? How is she?”
“She’s guarded,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “But she’s gaining the pack’s sympathy. They’re rallying
around her.”
Aaron’s expression darkened, his fists clenching. “She is manipulating them. But it doesn’t matter. Soon,
she’ll be mine.”
He turned away, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “The full moon is close,” he said, more to himself than to me.” Prepare the army. We strike tomorrow.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I said, bowing before slipping back into the shadows.
As I left, a shiver ran down my spine. Aaron’s obsession with Mira was dangerous, consuming him. But it wasn’t my place to question. I was a spy, a tool in his plan. And tomorrow, the Firemoon Pack would burn.
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