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.”
He looked at me, raising an eyebrow slightly, signaling for me to continue.