VALERIA’S POV
Breakfast was tense, to say the least. Every step I took into that hall felt heavy, as if the weight of dozens of stares pressed against me. The pack sat scattered at the long wooden tables, the clinking of silverware against plates the only sound as I entered. Conversations faltered, then died entirely.
All eyes were on me.
Dimitri gestured for me to step forward. His face was calm, unreadable, but his gaze was sharp, pinning me in place. I hesitated for only a moment before walking toward him. My feet carried me automatically to the place beside Gamma, my mind reeling as I realized this spot was reserved for the head warriors.
I could feel Magnar watching me from the far end of the table, his expression a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite pl
