Chapter 66

The car moved again, leaving the club. Staring out of the window as her mind wandered somewhere else. Yet her fingers couldn’t stop brushing against each other. Mira looked on her fingers—the same fingers that touched the bullet earlier. There was no hint of pain. Not even the slightest. Her skin didn’t burn. Like any other werewolves, she usually would feel pain or her skin would burn whenever it touched silver or wolfsbane — anything that could potentially hurt a werewolf. Except that this time she felt nothing.