Ragnor
I closed the door behind me, the sound reverberating in my chest.
Leaning against the outside wall, I dragged a hand down my face. The weight of Valkyrie’s tears, her anger, and, most painfully, her silence bore down on me.
I had hurt her—the one person I swore to protect, to cherish above all else. And it wasn’t just Tasya’s antics. It was me.
My hesitation.
My stupidity.
I stared down the dim hallway, her muffled sobs still echoing in my ears. Each step away from her felt heavier than the last, and my wolf stirred within me, restless and agitated.
She’s ours. Fix this.
But it wasn’t that simple.
I had seen it in her eyes—the pain that ran deeper than Tasya’s schemes.
This wasn’t just about today. It was about the scars Valkyrie carried, the doubts she buried so deeply
