Valkyrie
I stood frozen near the window, my fingers clutching the blanket tightly as if it were the only thing anchoring me to reality.
Outside, chaos reigned.
Pack members darted in all directions, their faces painted with panic and urgency.
And at the center of it all was the man they called Zane.
He stood tall and unyielding, an imposing figure wrapped in an almost palpable aura of danger. His sharp eyes swept across the crowd, predatory and calculating.
The name 'Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack' reverberated in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine.
What is he doing here?
My instincts screamed for me to stay hidden, to let the pack deal with this intruder. But my heart raced with a different kind of urgency.
Where is Ragnor?
Why wasn’t he here, standing as a shield betwe
