Mira’s POV:
I lay awake the entire night.
My body refused to rest, buzzing with a nervous energy that only grew stronger with each passing hour. The air felt heavier than usual, as though it were pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe. I couldn’t explain it—not with logic. But every instinct in me was screaming.
Something was wrong.
The boys had left just after two. Jacob told me not to wait up. “Just another mission,” he’d said, brushing me off with the usual sneer. “Pack business. Nothing to do with you, mutt.” But his words didn’t settle me. They never had. And now, long after their footsteps had faded from the house, dread twisted itself around my spine.
At 4:06 AM, it hit me.
A sharp, sudden weight in my chest that knocked the air from my lungs. I dropped to the
