Myra's emotions were in turmoil, thanks to the Lycan's ultimatum, which had everyone on edge, especially Draven; although the alpha seemed unfazed, Myra felt overwhelmed with guilt.
As she walked to her room, the weight of her guilt drained her physical strength, and she longed for a refreshing bath and some time to think clearly. She sees a glimpse of her face on the wall-length mirror, noticing the eye bags from stress.
There had hardly been a moment without a problem, and every day Myra grows weary of her place in the pack. “Navori was right; they would all be better off without me, I just know it,” she whispers, biting back the tears.
She heads to the showers, her hands heavy but still strong enough to peel off her dress, and gets into the bathroom, dipping her body with a satisfied
