Mira Pov
The warm water surrounded me as I leaned back in the bathtub, letting my body sink into the soothing heat.
The steam curled around me, softening the air, but no matter how comforting it was, my mind refused to relax.
I closed my eyes, but the images came flooding back. The crowd was screaming at me. The protesters—Serena’s supporters—called me a thief, an outsider. The way their hatred burned in their eyes as they threw dirt at me.
Then there were the lycans. The ones who wanted me dead.
My fingers tightened against the smooth edge of the tub. If the guards hadn’t stepped in… what would have happened? Would I have been ripped apart in the middle of the streets?
I shuddered, pushing the thought away.
Even now, as I sat in the safety of the castle, I couldn’t shake the feeli
