Valkyrie
I waited patiently in Ragnor’s office, trying to steady my nerves as he spoke, but the nagging sensation that something was terribly wrong refused to leave me.
The weight of the situation was suffocating.
The council—those cold, calculating wolves—would not hesitate to strip him of his power if they sensed the slightest weakness.
I was lost in my thoughts when the door suddenly creaked open, and without warning, the last person I wanted to see appeared in the doorway.
"Oh, our little omega is here, apparently," Tasya’s voice sliced through the tension in the room, smooth and condescending.
I felt my body tense, unable to stop myself from clenching the fabric of my skirt in my hands.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
Tasya’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting wi
