MIRA
The sun had barely risen when I made my way through the packhouse halls, the weight of my mission coiled tight in my chest.
Sylvester was still pacing in the war room, trying to decipher why his precious warriors failed against Logan. Again. He wouldn’t notice me slipping away, not when his obsession with Nora had blinded him to everything else.
Good.
Let him keep drowning in that Luna’s shadow. I had work to do.
I moved swiftly, my robe trailing behind me as I stepped into the East Wing where Eric and Anastasia’s quarters were. The guards bowed quickly, stepping aside, their eyes lowered. They had gotten used to me coming and going. Sylvester’s mate. His Luna.
But not for long.
Eric answered the door half-dressed, his hair mussed and lips twitching with surprise.
“Mira? It’s
