Mira’s POV
I packed my bag quickly, throwing in clothes, a few personal items, and my favorite book. My hands trembled as I worked, the weight of everything Alpha Roger had said pressing down on me. My dad moved through the house, locking windows and checking the doors. I could hear the soft clink of keys and the scrape of bolts sliding into place. It felt like we were sealing up more than just our home, we were locking away the life we’d
known before all of this.
As I finished with my room, I heard the sound of a car horn outside. My heart leaped. I rushed to the window and peered out. A sleek black SUV was parked in front of the house, and to my surprise, Killian stepped out of the driver’s seat. He looked terrible. Bandages wrapped around his arms, his torso, and even his neck, and
he limped heavily on his right foot. Despite all of it, he managed to smile when he saw me.
I hurried outside, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Killian, what are you doing here?” I asked, rushing to his side. “You’re hurt. You shouldn’t even be standing, let alone driving.”
Killian waved me off, his grin widening. “I’m fine. These are just scratches.”
“Scratches?” My dad’s voice came from behind me, laced with disbelief. He stepped forward, shaking his head. “You look like a mummy with all those bandages. Don’t downplay it, Killian. I saw how bad you were
hurt during the fight.”
Killian chuckled softly, clearly trying to downplay his injuries. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I’ve been through
worse.”
“You shouldn’t have come,” I insisted, frowning at him. “You need to rest, not play chauffeur.”
He ignored me completely and reached for my bag. “Let me take that for you.”
I pulled it back. “It’s heavy. You’re in no condition to-”
“I said I’m fine,” Killian interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. He gently tugged the bag out of my grip, his
stubbornness shining through.
I crossed my arms and glared at him. “You’re impossible.”
He smirked. “You’re welcome.”
My dad shook his head but didn’t argue further. “Let’s get going. We’ve wasted enough time.”
We climbed into the SUV, my dad taking the front passenger seat while I slid into the back. Killian started the engine, wincing slightly as he moved his leg. I noticed him stealing glances at me in the rearview mirror.
“Killian,” I snapped, unable to stay quiet any longer. “Watch the road. You’re going to crash if you keep looking
back here.”
He chuckled, his voice light. “I can multitask.”
I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, “You’re going to kill us all.”
My dad chuckled at that, glancing at Killian. “So, how are the injured holding up?”
Killian’s face grew serious. “Most are recovering well. A few took heavier hits, but they’re strong. They’ll pull
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through.”
“And the rogues?” my dad pressed.
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Killian’s jaw tightened. “The ones we captured aren’t saying much. They’re too scared to talk–or too loyal to Aaron. Either way, we’ll get answers.”
I stayed silent, staring out the window as the trees blurred past. My mind raced, replaying the Alpha’s words over and over. Aaron was alive. The name alone made my stomach twist. I couldn’t understand how he had survived or what he was planning to do next but I knew it wasn’t good.
“Killian,” my dad said. “Do you really think it’s possible Aaron faked his death?”
Killian hesitated, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “I don’t know. I checked, but… maybe I missed something. Maybe he planned this all along.”
My dad nodded thoughtfully. “If he is alive, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. We’ll need to be ready.”
“We will be,” Killian replied firmly.
Their conversation faded into the background as my thoughts spiraled. Aaron wasn’t just cruel; he was cunning and determined. He would stop at nothing to get to me. I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of frustration and fear.
Out of nowhere, a thought struck me. The witch. She had told me before that a ritual could awaken my powers, but I hadn’t pursued it. Maybe now was the time. If Aaron truly was alive, I couldn’t just sit back and wait for him to strike.
The SUV pulled up to the main packhouse, breaking me out of my thoughts. Guards stood at the gates, their eyes scanning the vehicle as we approached. Killian parked and got out first, opening the door for my dad
and then for me.
I stepped out, glancing at Killian. He looked even worse in the sunlight, the bandages stark against his skin. “You really shouldn’t have come,” I said quietly.
He smiled down at me, his eyes soft. “I wouldn’t let anyone else do this. I wanted to make sure you got here
safely.”
His words made my heart flutter, but I pushed the feeling aside. Now wasn’t the time.
“Let’s get inside,” my dad said, motioning toward the packhouse. “We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
As we walked in, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was about to change. Aaron was out there, and he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. I just had to figure out how to stop him–before it was too late.
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