55. Mireille

After Ryan left and followed his master like a loyal mutt, I stayed on the floor for the longest time. Staring at the concrete floor until the cracks and moss started to merge before my eyes. I breathed huge gulps of air, hoping to clear the nausea. My limbs shook so much I worried Raze had managed to poison me too.

He had fought Cyrus. That was obvious, but I could not see how he could beat him. There had been no gunshots, no large howls apart from that single one of Cyrus’ after I fled into my room. We’re not mates, but surely my heart, my wolf would know if something had happened.

I just won’t accept it. There are too many questions.

If everyone was in hiding like me, how the fuck did Raze get Cyrus’s body to the cold store? He might be an Alpha but it would take three, maybe four men to pick up a dead weight his size.

He would have been sweating, struggling in the heat of this bunker to drag him in. Yet appeared at my door with barely a bead of sweat, just his one ragged wound.

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