Chapter 3. Latin for Fire

Amber’s POV

“I’m sorry. He’s a bit edgy. Mira is our only daughter, and we want her here in the pack where she belongs, but she said she couldn’t stay. She is younger than you, Maze, but she knew. The moment that girl kissed you, she and her counterpart knew.” Morgan nods. She has tears in her eyes. They are both hurting.

“Where did she go? Do you know?” Maze asks, his eyes alight with hope. Both shake their heads.

“She just said away,” Morgan answers with a soft voice.

I put my arm around Maze, feeling his pain as my own. His mate was in his reach but she disappeared. I promise to find her in my head, but not before I kick that sluts ass. She is so dead when I am done with her. Ignis growls in my head. She wants the slut dead as well, but we know Mom would never let that happen. Dad, maybe, but Mom; never. Well, perhaps I could use the angle of her hurting her goddaughter AND her son.

I’m ripped out of my murderous thought process when someone s