MIRA
The room was quiet, but my mind was loud.
I sat by the tall window, staring out at the training field below. Warriors moved in slow rhythm, blades clashing, grunts filling the air.
But their strength didn’t impress me anymore. Not when the real war wasn’t fought with claws or teeth…but with strategy, secrets, and sacrifice.
And I was the queen of all three.
Sylvester was useless to me now, brooding in his chambers like a ghost, trapped by his guilt and haunted by Nora’s name. Let him mourn. Let him rot. He had already given up this pack the moment he let his emotions lead him. But not me. I wasn’t ruled by emotions. I was ruled by ambition.
I just said yes to him to make him seem like he was in control. But in reality, I know who was in control. He knows this too, if only he wi
