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 pressed for more?
He continued softly, “Don't let other people's opinions stop you. If you believe in what you're doing, then don't give up."
A mix of warmth and guilt washed over me. I appreciated his encouragement, but I couldn't help but wonder how he'd react if he knew my true goal was to bring down his alpha. Speaking of his alpha…
"Hey, Joshua.
