_Mira's POV_
I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door to my room. The hallway was quiet, with only the faint hum of the packhouse settling for the night. I peered out cautiously, my heart racing. The coast was clear.
Stepping out on tiptoes, I carefully closed the door behind me, wincing as it creaked softly. I moved quietly down the hallway, my socks muffling my steps against the wooden floor. My chest tightened with every step, afraid that any sound would alert someone.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I froze. Luna Marinette and Alpha Roger were sitting on the couch in the living room below. The TV was on, casting a soft glow across the room as they watched some late-night show.
I crouched low, getting on all fours as I crawled down the stairs slowly. My heart pounded in
