MIRA POV
I pressed my back against the cold stone wall as two Shadow Lords walked past, their footsteps echoing in the cave. My heart was beating so loud I was sure they would hear it.
"The prisoners are getting restless," one of them growled. "Maybe we should feed them to keep them quiet."
"No," the other answered. "The Prisoner wants them living. For now."
I waited until their voices faded before letting out the breath I'd been holding. Three months ago, I was just Aria's best friend who told jokes and helped her with chores. Now I was sneaking through enemy territory trying to save trapped pack members.
How did my life get this crazy?
"Mira," a voice whispered behind me. "Are you sure about this?"
I turned to see Jake, one of the younger werewolves who had volunteered for this task. He looked frightened, and honestly, I didn't blame him.
"No," I whispered back. "I'm not sure about anything. But Aria is in there somewhere, and I'm not going without her."
