Mira’s POV
Outside, chaos reigned. The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, and the growls and snarls of fighting wolves echoed all around. Pack warriors fought desperately against the onslaught of rogues, their claws slashing and teeth snapping. For every rogue that fell, it seemed like two more took its place.
Killian stood at the forefront, his massive black wolf tearing through the attackers with unmatched ferocity. His growls sent shivers down my spine even from inside the house.
Luna Marinette grabbed my arm, pulling me back as I watched the battle unfold through the shattered window. “Mira, you can’t be here!” she said urgently. “It’s too dangerous”
“I need to help them!” I argued, my voice breaking with fear and desperation. “My dad is out there. He needs
me.”
She shook her head. Her grip on my arm was firm. “Your father would never forgive me if something
happened to you. You’re staying here, and that’s final.”
Killian turned briefly, his golden eyes locking on mine. Even in his wolf form, his command was clear: Stay
inside.
One of the maids hurried over, her face pale. “Luna, we need to lock the doors.”
Marinette nodded and guided me away from the foyer. I fought her every step, my mind racing with panic.
How could I stay here while my dad and Killian were out there risking their lives?
The maid bolted the front door, the sound of the lock sliding into place ringing out like a final decision.
“Mira,” the Luna said, “we need to go to the safe room.”
I stared at her, confused. “Safe room?”
“Yes,” she said, already leading me toward the back of the house. “There’s a secret underground room. No one will find us there. It’s where we’ll be safest.”
My legs felt like lead as I followed her down a narrow staircase to the cellar. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of how far away I was from the fight. The air grew colder as we descended, the stone
walls pressing in around us.
Marinette stopped in front of a section of the wall and pressed her hand against one of the stones. With a low rumble, the wall shifted, revealing a hidden door. She stepped inside and flicked on the light.
The room was small but well–furnished, with a couch, a tiny table, and a small TV mounted on the wall. She motioned for me to enter, then quickly closed the door behind us.
I sank onto the couch, my chest heaving as I tried to calm the storm of emotions inside me.
“I’m worried about my dad,” I blurted out, my voice trembling.
Luna Marinette sat beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Your father is a strong man,” she said softly. “He has been through countless battles and come out victorious. He is not alone–Killian and m husband are out there with him. They’ll fight together and protect each other.”
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Her words were meant to comfort me, but they did little to ease the ache in my chest. “I should be out there with them,” I said, my voice breaking.
“No,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Your father would never want you to risk your life for him. He fights so you can stay safe, Mira. If you go out there, you’ll only distract him. He’ll worry about you instead of focusing on the battle.”
Tears stung my eyes, and I clenched my fists. “But I can’t just sit here. It feels wrong.”
Marinette sighed, her gaze softening. “I understand how you feel. Every time my husband and son go into battle, I want to fight beside them. But I know they would rather I stay safe. If I were out there, they’d spend more time protecting me than fighting the enemy. It’s the same for your father.”
I looked away. My throat was tight. “I hate this.“.
“I know,” she said gently. “But staying here is the best thing you can do for them.”
She stood and walked over to the small TV, switching it on. The screen flickered to life, displaying a news channel. “This will help take your mind off things,” she said.
I barely glanced at the TV, my thoughts too consumed by the battle raging outside. The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity.
Marinette sat beside me again, her presence a quiet comfort. She tried to talk to me, to distract me with stories about her family and their past battles, but I could barely hear her over the roaring in my mind. Every growl, every scream I had heard outside replayed in my head, each one stabbing into me like a knife. My imagination painted horrible images of my dad, Killian, and the others hurt or worse.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t just sit and do nothing while my family fought for their lives.
But Marinette’s words echoed in my mind: If you go out there, they’ll worry about you instead of focusing on
the battle.
I hated that she was right.
The Luna placed a hand on mine, her touch warm and steady. “They’ll be okay, Mira,” she said softly. “We have to believe in them.”
I nodded, though my heart still felt heavy. All I could do was hope that the rogues would be defeated soon- and that everyone I cared about would come back alive.
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