Mira's POV
Thursday came and went like a slow exhale.
Kieran arrived at Callum Mansion at exactly 4:00 PM — not a minute early, not a minute late. He wore a dark coat over a plain black shirt, no pack insignia, nothing that declared him Alpha or demanded deference. He looked like any other father picking up his child for an afternoon visit. Garrett opened the door. Neither man smiled, but neither drew blood either. Something silent passed between them — an understanding, maybe, or simply the shared exhaustion of men navigating a situation neither had chosen.
Brielle heard footsteps on the porch and came barreling down the hallway, her small feet slapping the hardwood. She launched herself at Kieran with the full force of a four-year-old who'd been counting the days. He caught he
