{MIRA}
It was a full thirty minutes after I'd returned to the apartment that there was a shimmer in the air. "It's clear," I said in a low voice and moved to the television. I picked a music channel with angry chick rock to play just in case the guards could hear through the door, which I doubted.
"If you're here to trick me, I won't think twice about shoving a knife through your heart," I told her.
"I expect nothing less. I assume from your get-up that Kenzi is here?"
"My outfit is none of your business. Tell me what the hell is going on."
"Very well. The short version is that unlike the other pack witches, I did not ask for sanctuary and protection. I was taken nearly three years ago. I've never been to this godforsaken mountain in my life. I was taken by another witch with a spell much like what happened with Amaya, only I wasn't killed. I've been used ever since, and when Irving learned that my magic isn't all that strong, abused."
