Valkyrie
A month had passed since Tasya was sent to the dungeon, and life had seemingly returned to normal.
The pack continued their routines, and Ragnor buried himself in the duties of an Alpha, his resolve as unyielding as ever. Yet, for reasons I couldn’t explain, I felt a strange unease.
It wasn’t just my body, though that too had betrayed me lately.
The fever that plagued me for the past week sapped my strength, leaving me lightheaded and weak. My appetite had dwindled, which was odd considering I had never been one to skip meals before.
Nancy placed a plate of warm toast and scrambled eggs before me, her sharp eyes scanning my pale face.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, her tone filled with genuine concern.
“I’m fine,” I lied, managing a weak smile. “Just a little tired.
