Mira’s POV
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The battle was finally over. The sounds of snarls, growls, and cries that had filled the night were now
replaced by an eerie silence. I had stayed in the safe room with Luna Marinette for what felt like hours, my heart pounding and my mind racing with worry. When the knocking finally came at the hidden door, Marinette
opened it cautiously. One of the pack warriors stood there, his face smeared with dirt and exhaustion.
“The rogues are defeated,” he announced. “The pack has won.”
A wave of relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a new surge of worry. “What about my dad? Is
he okay?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“He’s fine,” the warrior assured me. “Just a few scratches, nothing serious.”
I felt my knees weaken, and I had to grab the edge of the couch to steady myself. The fear that had gripped
me for hours started to ease, though it still lingered at the edges of my mind.
“We should go check on him,” Marinette said, her hand gently resting on my shoulder.
I nodded, following her up the stairs. My legs felt heavy, but I forced myself to move. Outside, the air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. The aftermath of the battle was evident in the torn ground and the injured pack members being helped back to the house.
When I saw my dad near the pack hospital, my chest tightened. He was sitting on a chair, his shirt torn and a few scratches visible on his arms. I felt relieved when I realized that his injuries weren’t severe.
“Dad!” I called out, rushing to him.
He looked up and smiled, his face tired but warm. “Mira,” he said, holding out his hand.
I grabbed it tightly and knelt beside him. “Are you okay? You’re hurt.”
“Just scratches,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’ve been through worse.”
A nurse approached with a small tray of supplies and began cleaning his wounds. The sting of the antiseptic made him wince, but he didn’t complain. I stayed by his side, watching closely as she applied ointment and bandaged the deeper cuts.
“I was so worried,” I whispered.
He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I’m fine, Mira. You did the right thing staying inside.”
I wanted to argue, to say that I should have been out there fighting, but I knew he wouldn’t listen. Instead, I just nodded and stayed silent.
Once the nurse was done, we headed back home. The house felt different now, quieter and heavier after the battle. I helped my dad settle in, bringing him water and making sure he was comfortable. He tried to tell me to rest, but I refused to leave his side.
The next day, just after lunch, Alpha Roger and Luna Marinette came to visit us. They both looked tired but determined. Killian wasn’t with them, and I felt a pang of disappointment I quickly tried to ignore. Why wa starting to miss Killian? I should not even be thinking about him.
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The Alpha spoke first. “We have spent the whole night questioning the rogues we captured,” he began. “And we have discovered something alarming.”
I leaned forward, my heart pounding again. “What is it?”
He exchanged a glance with Marinette before continuing. “The rogues revealed that their mission was to kidnap you, Mira. Their goal was to take you to their leader.”
My blood ran cold. “Kidnap me? Why me?”
“We’re still trying to piece everything together,” the Alpha said. “But when we asked who their leader was, they mentioned a name–Aaron.”
The name hit me like a blow. My mind raced with memories of the past. I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. “Aaron? But… Killian killed him. Killian said that he made sure that he was dead.”
Alpha Roger nodded gravely. “That’s what Killian said too. He was certain Aaron couldn’t have survived. But if the rogues are to be believed, it’s possible Aaron faked his death or had someone else take his place.”
I shook my head, my voice trembling. “Maybe Killian didn’t check properly. Maybe Aaron is still alive.”
The Alpha didn’t dismiss my words. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a possibility we can’t ignore. If Aaron is alive, it means your life is in grave danger, Mira.”
My dad, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. “We’ll increase security around our home. We’ll stay
vigilant.”
But Alpha Roger shook his head. “That won’t be enough. Your house isn’t guarded, and Aaron could strike at any moment. It’s safer for both of you to come stay with us at the main pack house until this threat is completely eliminated.”
My dad frowned. “We don’t want to impose. We’ll manage here.”
The Alpha’s tone was firm. “This isn’t about imposing. It’s about your safety and Mira’s. We have already increased security measures around the pack house. Guards are stationed day and night. You’ll be much
safer with us.”
Luna Marinette added in a soft but persuasive voice. “Please, let us help you. We care about both of you. It’s the best option.”
My dad hesitated, his protective instincts warring with his pride. Finally, he sighed. “All right. We’ll come. But only until this situation is resolved.”
Relief flickered across the Alpha’s face. “Good. Pack what you need and call me when you’re ready. I’ll send someone to escort you.”
The conversation ended shortly after, and the Alpha and Luna left. My dad turned to me. “Start packing, Mira. It looks like we’re moving for now.”
I nodded, though my thoughts were far from calm. Aaron. The name echoed in my mind, filling me with a mix of fear and anger. If he truly was alive, then everything I thought was over had only just begun.
As I moved through the house, gathering clothes and essentials, I couldn’t shake the weight of the Alpha’s words. My life was in danger. Again.
And somehow, I knew Killian would be at the center of whatever came next.
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