VALERIA’S POV
The plan was working.
Dimitri was loosening up around me, slowly but surely. He had even started asking for my help in small matters, seeking my input as if my presence had finally become something more than a nuisance to him. It was a small shift, but a crucial one. The more comfortable he became with me, the less he would suspect.
Meanwhile, Elijah and his pack were making steady progress. They moved carefully, strategically weaving themselves into the fabric of the pack, planting seeds of doubt in the minds of its members. Whispered words here, lingering conversations there—doubts grew like vines, creeping and twisting, ready to strangle the foundation of Dimitri’s rule.
Everything was going as planned.
I met with Elijah and the others regularly, making it
