Mira arrived at sunset.

No entourage this time. No Silvermere colors.

Just a woman in jeans, a wrinkled jacket, standing at the compound gate with dark circles under her eyes that matched her sister's.

Shane called it in. "Alpha. Mira Veythorne is at the gate. Alone."

I was in the training yard, watching Ariana run drills.

She'd been pushing herself harder than ever since the accident, as if the near-death experience had lit a fire under her instead of making her cautious.

I admired that. I also worried about it.

"Let her in," I said.

Shane raised an eyebrow, the same way he'd done when I'd let the envoys in....