Miras POV:
I’d listened to Nathan’s words and come up to bed, though sleep didn’t come easily. I couldn’t get that monster out of my head—his body looming over me, his hands snaking across my skin, stealing what should’ve been mine to give. What should’ve been my mates, my saviours. He had stolen what should’ve been a sacred moment.
I lay there, silent tears streaming down my face for hours until finally, darkness claimed me.
I welcomed it.
Any escape from this hell was welcome.
But rest didn’t come without a price.
My dreams, once my only escape, returned — but twisted.
The meadow was still there — bright, endless, full of wind and wildflowers. I used to run through it freely, laugh, breathe. That same stretch of whispering grass I’d run through since I was a pup — a place I’d fil
