Through the cracked mirror propped against the moldy motel wall, Mia watched, her breath catching in her throat as the scene played out with brutal slowness.
On the other side, Maya stood frozen while the man pretending to be Alpha Logan tore off the mask, dropping it like a carcass onto the floor, his face twisting into a sick grin that made Mia’s skin crawl.
Mia’s nails dug into her palm so hard she felt blood drip, warm and sticky.
“So that’s the face that’s been making my life a living hell,” she hissed to herself, her voice rough with a bitterness that made her wolf growl in agreement.
The mirror flickered, the cursed connection she had tied to Maya’s eyes shaking as the unmasking triggered the spell to freeze, zooming in on the man’s smirk, every pore and line on his face clear,
