VALERIA’S POV
The next morning, the scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread filled the air as I sat across from Yuvonne at the long wooden dining table in the pack’s main hall. Despite my initial hesitation, I had to admit she wasn’t terrible company. She was quiet when needed, direct when she spoke, and didn’t waste time on meaningless chatter.
But that didn’t mean I trusted her.
I still hadn’t forgotten how Dimitri brought her here without consulting me. If she had convinced him that I needed her, then she was already playing her cards well. I wasn’t naive enough to believe she had no personal stakes in this.
I stabbed a piece of fruit with my fork and took a bite, my gaze never leaving hers. “So,” I said, swallowing. “If you have no real idea what you’re dealing with
