Chapter 85
Mira’s POV
The next day, I was nervous but excited as I got ready for my surprise date with Killian. He had been so sweet last night, and for the first time in a long while, I felt hope blossoming in my heart. Maybe, just maybe, we
could make this work.
At exactly noon, Killian arrived at my door. His grin was wide, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. He held a black blindfold in his hand, and I raised an eyebrow.
“A blindfold?” I asked, crossing my arms.
He nodded, looking far too pleased with himself. “Trust me, Mira. You’ll like what I have planned. But I want it
to be a surprise.”
I hesitated for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “Fine, but if I trip and fall, it’s on you.”
Killian chuckled, stepping closer and gently tying the blindfold over my eyes. His touch was warm and careful, and my heart did a little flip.
“Okay,” he said, his voice close to my ear. “Just hold my hand, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
I placed my hand in his, and he led me out of the pack house. I could hear the faint rustling of leaves and the crunch of gravel beneath our feet. “Where are we going?” I asked, curiosity bubbling inside me.
Killian laughed softly. “Patience, Mira. We’re almost there.”
I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the gentle breeze tugging at my hair. It smelled like wildflowers and fresh grass. I took a deep breath, savoring the moment.
“Are the guards following us?” I asked, remembering the threat Aaron posed.
“Yes,” Killian said, his tone reassuring. “They’re close by. You don’t have to worry.”
I nodded, trusting him. He squeezed my hand lightly, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me.
After what felt like forever, Killian stopped walking. “Stay here,” he said softly.
I heard him move away, and there was a strange sound–like plastic crinkling–followed by the soft rustle of fabric. “Okay, you can take off the blindfold now,” Killian said, his voice full of anticipation.
I reached up and pulled the blindfold away, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight. When I saw where we were, my breath caught.
could We stood in the middle of a vast field of sunflowers. The golden blooms stretched out as far as the eye see, swaying gently in the breeze. The sky above was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. It was beautiful–almost magical.
I turned to Killian, my heart swelling. “How… how did you know?”
He smiled, looking a little sheepish. “You once mentioned that sunflowers were your favorite. I remembered.”
My chest tightened with emotion. I hadn’t expected this. “Killian, it’s perfect,” I whispered.
In the middle of the field, he had set up a picnic. A soft plaid blanket was spread out on the grass, and a wicker basket sat in the center. There were plates, glasses, and even a small vase with a single sunflower in
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Killian held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s sit.”
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I took his hand, and we walked over to the blanket. I couldn’t stop smiling. It felt so surreal, like something
out of a dream.
As we sat down, Killian opened the basket and pulled out sandwiches, fruit, and even a bottle of sparkling juice. “I didn’t know what you would be in the mood for, so I brought a little bit of everything,” he said with a
grin.
“You really went all out,” I said, smiling.
He shrugged, grinning. “I wanted to make today special. You deserve it.”
We started eating, and the conversation flowed easily. We talked about everything–our childhoods, our wolves, and what the future might hold. For the first time in a while, I felt at peace.
Then it happened.
I didn’t hear the shot, but I felt the air shift. Before I could react, Killian lunged at me, pushing me to the ground. I hit the blanket with a thud, and when I looked up, my heart stopped.
Killian was standing over me, clutching his side. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his white shirt
red.
“Killian!” I screamed and scrambled to my knees.
He staggered, falling to the ground beside me. “Mira,” he gasped, his voice weak.
One of the guards shouted, “Sniper! Stay down! Protect the Alpha!”
The other guard ran off in the direction of the shot, leaving me alone with Killian. My hands were shaking as I pressed them against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Why did you do that?” I cried, my voice breaking. “You didn’t have to-”
Killian’s hand weakly covered mine, his eyes meeting mine. “It was aimed at you,” he said softly. “I couldn’t let
it hit you.”
Tears blurred my vision. “You’re an i***t, Killian! You’re bleeding so much–what if…” I couldn’t finish the
thought.
He winced, his lips twitching into a faint smile. “I would do it again, Mira. A hundred times.”
“Don’t say that!” I shouted, panic rising in my chest. “You’re going to be fine. You hear me? You’re not leaving
me!”
The remaining guard knelt beside us, his face grim. “We need to move him. The wound is deep, but he can make it if we get him back to the pack house quickly.”
I nodded, my hands trembling as I tried to keep pressure on the wound. Killian groaned, his face pale and slick with sweat.
“Mira,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
“What?” I asked, leaning closer.
“Don’t cry,” he said, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “I’m okay.”
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“You’re not okay!” I snapped, tears streaming down my face. “You’re bleeding, Killian! You could have died!”
He gave a weak chuckle. “But you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
The guard interrupted. “We need to move him now. Can you help me?”
I nodded, wiping at my tears. “Yes. Let’s go.”
Together, we lifted Killian and started toward the waiting car. Every step felt like an eternity, and my heart pounded with fear.
“Killian,” I said desperately, “keep talking to me. Don’t stop talking.”
His head lolled slightly, but he managed a faint smirk. “You’re bossy,” he murmured.
“And you’re reckless,” I shot back, trying to hide my fear. “You’re going to have to explain this to me later.”
He groaned softly. “Anything for you.”
When we reached the car, we carefully loaded him inside. I climbed in beside him, refusing to let go of his
hand,
“Hold on, Killian,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “We’re almost there. Just hold on.”
His fingers squeezed mine weakly, and I clung to that small sign of hope. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not
ever.
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