_Mira’s POV
Killian grabbed the remote and sank into the couch beside me, flipping through channels with a carefree grin. His long legs stretched out in front of him, his posture relaxed as if we did this all the time.
“What do you want to watch, Mira?” he asked, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “Action? Comedy? Horror?” He paused dramatically, his grin widening. “Romance?”
I rolled my eyes, pulling my knees up to my chest. “I don’t really care. Just pick something.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by my lack of enthusiasm. “Come on, you must have a preference. What’s your guilty pleasure? Chick flicks? Sappy dramas? Tell me.”
I glared at him. “I don’t have a guilty pleasure.”
Killian leaned closer, his smirk playful. “Everyone has a guilty pleasure. I’ll even watch a chick flick with you if it makes you happy.”
I snorted, trying to hide my surprise. “You? Watching a chick flick? I don’t believe that for a second.”
He placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Mira, I’m wounded. I’m perfectly capable of enjoying a good love story.” His voice dropped into a low, teasing tone. “Especially if it means I get to spend time with you.”
My cheeks burned, and I turned my head away, focusing on the flickering television. His words caught me off guard, leaving me unsure how to respond.
“Don’t look so tense,” he said, his voice softening. “I’m just teasing you.”
“Well, stop,” I muttered, my embarrassment growing.
But Killian wasn’t deterred. He continued flipping through channels, pausing occasionally to comment on a
random show. “Ooh, how about this? ‘Attack of the Giant Werewolves. Sounds like a classic.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “That sounds ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously awesome,” he countered, grinning.
Despite myself, I found his playful banter strangely comforting. For a brief moment, it felt like the weight on
my chest had lifted, replaced by something lighter–something almost warm.
He finally stopped on a romantic comedy, the kind of cheesy movie I would never admit to liking. “This one
looks good,” he said, glancing at me. “What do you think?”
I hesitated, unsure if he was serious or just trying to provoke me. “It’s fine,” I said quietly.
Killian leaned back, his arm draping casually over the back of the couch. “Fine? Mira, you’re killing me with this lack of enthusiasm. Do I need to bribe you with popcorn or something?”
I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been told that before,” he admitted, his tone light. “But you’re still smiling, so I must be doing something right.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, a loud noise echoed through the house.
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A crashing sound, sharp and jarring, followed by distant screams.
I shot up from the couch, my heart hammering in my chest. “What was that?”
Killian was already on his feet, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. The playful smirk was gone, replaced by a sharp focus that sent a chill down my spine.
“Stay here,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
“No,” I argued, panic rising in my throat. “I’m not staying here while something’s happening.”
“Mira,” he began, but I shook my head.
“I’m coming with you.”
Killian hesitated, his jaw clenching as he weighed his options. Finally, he nodded. “Fine. But stay close to me.
Together, we moved toward the source of the commotion. The noise grew louder as we approached the front.
of the house. My stomach twisted as the air filled with the scent of smoke and something metallic–blood.
When we reached the foyer, chaos unfolded before us. The front door was shattered, splintered wood littering
the floor. Pack members were rushing in and out, their faces etched with panic.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Killian grabbed the arm of a passing warrior, his grip firm. “Report.”
The warrior’s eyes were wide, his breathing ragged. “Rogues,” he said, his voice shaky. “They have breached the southern border. They’re everywhere.”
Killian cursed under his breath, his eyes narrowing. “How many?”
“Too many,” the warrior replied, glancing nervously at me. “Alpha Roger is outside, holding them off, but…” He trailed off, his expression grim.
Killian turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Mira, you need to stay inside.”
“No,” I said, my voice firmer than I expected. “I can help.”
“You’re not a warrior,” he countered, his tone sharp.
“I’m not useless, either,” I shot back.
Killian stared at me, his eyes dark with conflict. Before he could respond, another scream pierced the air,
louder this time and closer.
“Killian!” Luna Marinette’s voice rang out, desperate and terrified.
Without another word, Killian took off toward the sound, and I followed without hesitation.
The sight in the dining room made my blood run cold. Rogues had broken through the windows, their snarls filling the air as they advanced on Alpha Roger and my dad.
Killian didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, shifting mid–leap into his massive black wolf form. His growl was a low, rumbling threat that sent shivers down my spine.
I stumbled back, my heart racing as I tried to process the scene before me. Luna Marinette was ushering others out of the room, her face pale but determined.
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“Mira!” she called, her voice sharp. “Get to safety!”
I didn’t move. My eyes were locked on my dad, who was trying to fend off a rogue with nothing but a brok
chair leg.
“Dad!” I screamed, running toward him despite the chaos.
He turned, his eyes widening in horror, “Mira, no! Get back
But it was too late. One of the rogues turned its attention to me, its yellow eyes gleaming with malice
My body froze, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my feet wouldn’t move.
Just as the rogue lunged, a blur of black fur slammed into it, sending it crashing into the wall, Killian stood over the rogue, his growl so menacing it shook the air.
I stumbled back, my legs shaking as Killian tore into the rogue with ruthless precision.
The nightmare was only beginning.
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