_Mira's POV_
I stood in front of the mirror, tugging at my ponytail as frustration simmered in my chest. My casual T-shirt and pants seemed appropriate enough, but it didn’t matter how I looked—I didn’t want to go.
The knock at my door came right on time, and my dad’s voice followed. “Mira, are you ready? We need to leave soon.”
I opened the door, meeting his concerned gaze. “Dad, do I really have to go? I’m not in the mood for a dinner with the Alpha’s family.”
He frowned, stepping into my room. “Mira, I know things have been hard lately. But Alpha Roger and Luna Marinette have been so kind to us, especially after…” He trailed off, his eyes flickering with unspoken pain.
After Mom. The thought lingered between us.
“They’ve done so much for us,” he continued, his voice soft but firm.
