Valkyrie
The winds howled as I stood at the edge of the Lunar Cliff, the sacred ground bathed in the cold, silver glow of the full moon.
Below me, the pack waited in tense silence, their murmurs carried on the icy breeze.
My shoulder throbbed from the Bite of Truth, but I held my head high.
This was my moment—not just to prove myself to them, but to prove I belonged.
“Valkyrie,” the youngest council member called, his voice sharp and unwavering. “Welcome to your final trial.”
Every trial had brought a new face to deliver their decrees, but their tone was always the same: cold, impartial, and merciless.
The rest of the council watched from below, their expressions hard with skepticism.
Among them, Ragnor’s eyes burned into mine, steady and unwavering. His silent plea was clea
