NORA
The moment Logan left, I felt relief wash over me like a cool breeze on a scorching day.
I wasn’t suffocating under the weight of their stares, their whispers, their judgment. It was strange, almost unnatural, how quickly the tension in the pack house dissolved after he walked away.
The wolves who had been glaring at me with burning resentment suddenly had nothing to say. No insults. No cruel laughter. It was as if Logan’s words had forced them into silence, into submission.
I sat quietly in my room, waiting. I didn’t know what for, but I waited. Maybe for him to return, maybe for the pack’s hatred to creep back in. Maybe for something worse. But it seems like it was for him to return.
And then, I saw her.
Mira.
She pulled Sylvester into a corner of the pack house, her slender
