Valkyrie
The circle felt like a cage. The council stood at its edges, their stares piercing and judgmental.
Ragnor’s gaze burned into my back, an unspoken plea to stop this madness, but I didn’t dare turn around.
My pride wouldn’t allow it—not after everything I’d already endured.
The elder, a wiry man with streaks of silver in his hair, stepped forward. His expression was cold, unreadable, as he began to shift.
Bones cracked, skin stretched, and fur sprouted in a grotesque yet mesmerizing transformation.
The elder stood before me, a massive wolf with fur as gray as storm clouds. His yellow eyes glowed with ancient power, locking onto mine.
“This is your last chance to back out,” another council member warned, her voice sharp.
“I won’t,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady.
