The banquet hall still smelled faintly of crushed herbs and bitter wine, and Mira could not forget the moment Ryker’s body had gone rigid beside her.
The memory replayed in her mind as she walked down the long stone corridor toward the infirmary, her boots striking the floor with steady, controlled steps. She refused to run because running would reveal fear, and fear would invite questions she did not want to answer.
Two Silverfang guards stood outside the infirmary doors, and both straightened when they saw her approach. Their eyes lingered on her face with curiosity they tried to hide, because the entire pack already knew something had happened during the banquet. Mira could feel the tension in the air like static before lightning.
“I am here to see the Alpha,” Mira said calmly.
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