Alpha Viktor’s POV
The roasted meat on my plate was still steaming when the doors burst open.
Elinor stormed inside, her silk skirts swishing around her ankles. Her face was bright with excitement. She clutched a piece of parchment in her hands, pressing it tightly against her chest as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
I chewed slowly, setting my knife down. "Calm yourself, woman," I muttered. "What is it now?"
Elinor practically shoved the parchment into my hands. "It is a letter from Yara."
That caught my attention. I took the parchment and unfolded it, my eyes scanning the words. The writing was uneven, the ink blotched in some places. My brows furrowed slightly. No, that wasn’t ink. It was blood.
Elinor watched me closely as I read aloud.
"Dear Mother,
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