VALERIA’S POV
I entered the room with three heavy books clutched against my chest, my head pounding from the day’s endless reading. My eyes burned, my temples throbbed, and I felt a frustration bubbling beneath the surface. I needed something—anything—to break this monotonous routine of papers and books. My body yearned for action, for movement, but instead, I was drowning in information.
As I set the books down on the table, Dimitri’s words echoed in my mind: “Knowledge is power.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Dimitri had spent years gathering knowledge about Moon bound wolves, dissecting myths and legends, and piecing together his own twisted narrative. He wasn’t just strong—he was smart. Every move he made was calculated, every word deliberate.
I had seen him
