MAYA.

I dump the red overcoat I was contemplating packing in exchange for the black one.

I am going for a stealth mission, not a fashion show.

"It is very noble what you are doing," Eira, my wolf, says.

It was a wonderful feeling, finally having her name revealed to me after I had found my mate, only for me to lose him months later.

Small mercies, I suppose.

"Nobility has nothing to do with this," I reply.

"You are going on what could be a suicidal mission or a complete utter waste of time in order to save the man you were about to be mated to and his...