(SHILOH)
She was cowering in the mud again, her father's body dead at her feet. Water poured over her head and lightning struck as she stared at me. "What are you waiting for?" She whispered.
"Kill me."
"I can't," I told her. "You're not the same woman, and I'm not the same man."
"But you're not a man at all, wolf. You're a wolf. A shifter. An alpha. A pack to guide and protect. What am I? You're the only one who is going to miss me when I'm gone. I'm barely a wolf. I'm a freak of nature."
Still, I couldn't kill her. Not to save my pack. Not to save the mountain. "You're mine. That's all that matters."
"Then you're not the hero I thought you were." Her eyes turned dark, like ink spilling from the pupils. Slowly, she rose to her feet, but she didn't stop there. Shadows appeared at her wrists, and they lifted her into the sky. As she hovered, she smiled sadly down at me. "I wonder if that makes you the villain."
"What are you doing, Mira? What's happening?"
