Mira’s POV
They stared at me like hungry dogs waiting for bones. We had crammed ourselves into the old barracks...the one nobody bothered with anymore, tucked away in the ass-end of the training fields. Smelled like wet socks and regret, but secrets love a bit of stink. I picked it on purpose. No Elora lurking around, no Dante glowering in the shadows. My stage, my rules.
I didn’t bother with sugarcoating. “Let’s not kid ourselves,” I said, arms crossed, voice bouncing off moldy stone. “We’ve got no Alpha. Dominic’s basically a ghost. Hasn’t said anything in days, but we still act like he’s in charge. What a joke.”
Some of them got real squirmy at that, like I had just torn open a wound. But under all that discomfort, I saw little nods. They knew I was right.
Kellan, big guy, not a lot
