Chapter 7
In the days that followed, Lucien surprisingly remained at the den, something completely out of character for him.
Sensing Mira’s dark mood, he did something equally rare–he made Sacla apologize to her.
Sacla stood before Mira, Her tone dripping with insincerity: “Luna, I’m sorry for what happened. I was a bit… impulsive that day.”
Mira gave her a cold, dismissive glance, not bothering to waste words on either of them.
She turned and walked into her room, slamming the door with enough force to rattle the walls.
Saela flinched dramatically, immediately throwing herself into Lucien’s arms with a trembling voice. “Luc, did you see how she looked at me? I said I was sorry! She’s so scary when she’s angry…”
Lucien stroked her back reassuringly. “No one will ever harm you while I’m around. She’ll calm down eventually.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, a commotion erupted from behind Mira’s door–the sound of drawers being yanked open and belongings being tossed around.
Lucien’s brow furrowed. He was about to knock when the door flew open-
Mira emerged carrying a large box, deliberately avoiding eye contact with either of them as she marched straight to the living room trash bin and unceremoniously dumped the entire contents inside.
Lucien’s pupils contracted slightly as he recognized what was being discarded.
The box contained everything she had meticulously collected over six years that linked her to him.
Notes he’d absently scribbled.
A glass he’d once drunk from.
The shirt she’d borrowed and never returned.
The only gift he’d ever given her–a set of Purification Beads she’d practically begged him for after months of persistence.
The photos of them together at pack gatherings. Even the formal mating document with their blood signatures.
All of it tossed away like common garbage.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” His voice turned cold, with an edge she rarely heard directed at her. Mira dusted off her hands with deliberate casualness, finally looking at him with empty eyes.
“Spring cleaning. Just getting rid of things I’ve outgrown.”
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Your possessions.
Your memory.
The pathetic girl who chased you for six years.
You, Lucien Ashmorne-
I’m done with all of it.
Without another word, she turned and walked away, not sparing either of them a second glance.
Saela watched Lucien’s face darken and seized the opportunity. “Brother,” she said with fake concern that only Mira could see through, “she seems really upset. Maybe you should talk to her? Make things right?”
After a long pause, Lucien finally responded: “It’s unnecessary. She’ll process this on her own. She’ll be digging those items out of the trash before morning.”
Just as she had spent six years desperately pursuing him, settling for scraps of his attention.
Yet something in his voice wavered slightly–a hint of uncertainty he wouldn’t consciously acknowledge.
Deep down, he sensed this time was different, but his pride prevented him from admitting it.
On the other side of the wall, Mira nearly laughed out loud hearing his confident prediction.
Wrong.
Lucien, this time, you’re completely, utterly wrong.
That evening, Lucien insisted on bringing both Mira and Saela to a charity gala benefiting the territory’s orphaned werewolf pups.
When Mira refused, Lucien calmly pointed out: “Your packmate Summer will be there. You’ve isolated yourself for days–don’t you want to see someone who isn’t under this roof?”
After a moment’s consideration, Mira reluctantly changed into formal attire.
The recent events had been suffocating; she desperately needed to talk to someone who wasn’t part of this toxic triangle. Perhaps Summer could help her figure out the bond–breaking ritual sooner.
During the drive, she completely ignored the siblings, keeping her eyes closed and her mind distant.
She tuned out Saela’s constant chatter and practiced questions for her own future–one that didn’t include her of
them.
Halfway to their destination, a deafening crash shattered the silence-
BOOM!
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Blinding headlights rushed toward them. Mira caught only a glimpse of an out of control vehicle before their world spun violently,
When she regained consciousness, the metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils.
Mira struggled to open her eyes, discovering that she and Saela were tied to chairs in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, their hands bound behind them–and explosive devices strapped to their chests!
She vaguely recalled that before losing consciousness, she’d seen men emerge from the other vehicle.
They had been from the Stone Ridge Pack, Shadowpine’s bitter rivals led by the volatile Alpha Kieran Stone.
Had they kidnapped her and Saela for revenge against the Ashmorne family?
Beside her, Saela was completely falling apart, her shrill voice piercing the air: “Help! Someone please help me! I don’t want to die! Please! This can’t be happening!”
With the bomb timer ticking down to the final minutes, Mira forced herself to stay calm, examining the explosive device to find a way to disarm it. Her mind cleared as survival instincts kicked in–a true Luna’s strength emerging
in crisis.
Saela’s wailing was making it impossible to concentrate. “Can you just shut your mouth up?” Mira snapped, her voice carrying the authority she rarely used. “If you want to live through this, I need silence to concentrate!*
Instead of helping, Saela turned on her viciously: “Don’t you fucking tell me what to do! I don’t know shit about bombs! Where the hell is Lucien? What kind of useless Alpha can’t even protect his own sister? Is he dead? Did he just leave us here to die? LUCIEN!”
The contrast between them couldn’t have been more stark–Mira, despite everything, maintained her composure like a true Luna, while Saela crumbled at the first sign of real danger.
Just as the words left her mouth, the warehouse door burst open with tremendous force!
Lucien charged in.
