Valtira.
The sheer weight of what I was seeing tore through every corner of my mind, splintering my thoughts until they felt too jagged to hold.
It was as though invisible claws were ripping through the very core of my heart, dragging old wounds open and pouring salt into them.
Everything replayed itself in ruthless fragments, the moment I burst into this hall screaming for Zarek, the dagger clenched in my hand, fury blazing so brightly I had not paused to think.
What was happening here?
My mind struggled to stitch sense from the madness unraveling before me.
I had ridden into this pack with one purpose, to drive the oak dagger into Zarek’s chest and watch the life leave his treacherous body. I had come prepared to avenge every hurt he had ever inflicted upon me.
Not to witness this
