The campfire danced in his silver-gray eyes, and I almost let my true intentions slip: to make Alpha Sterne atone for his crimes.

It wasn’t that I “had” a goal. The fact was, this had always been and will be my goal.

But I bit my tongue just in time and held the words back.

“It’s nothing,” I said, shaking my head.

“Mira,” he said, locking eyes with me. I held my breath. My thoughts were racing—was he testing me? What should I say if he ...