MIRA
I sat at the long dining table in the Alpha’s wing, sipping my tea calmly as the early morning light filtered through the tall windows. Like nothing happened, like I had no thoughts yesterday.
The scent of honey and fresh bread filled the air, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were elsewhere, always planning, always watching.
I heard Sylvester’s heavy footsteps before I saw him. He entered the room shirtless, his hair messy, his eyes wild from another sleepless night. Again.
He hadn’t been the same since the last attack on Shadowcrest failed. And now, all he did was pace and snarl at anyone who dared speak the truth.
“Good morning,” I said sweetly, looking up from my tea. “You’re up early.”
He gave me a short grunt, rubbing his eyes as he sat across from me. “Didn’t sleep.”
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