Chapter 94
Varin’s POV
The chamber was silent except for the slow, deliberate tapping of my fingers against the armrest of my chair. The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the stone walls, but my focus remained elsewhere. My mind shifted between possibilities, weighing the risks and rewards of the game Rivara was playing.
She had told me to sit back and watch.
But how long was I supposed to wait?
The pack was restless. The whispers had spread like wildfire, creeping into the cracks of loyalty and planting seeds of doubt. I had seen it in their eyes—the hesitation, the careful glances, the subtle shifts in posture when they thought no one was watching. This wasn’t just manipulation. This was calculated destruction.
And Rivara was at the center of it.
She was cunning
