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Violet blurted out. “What the heck is a Valkyrie tribe?” Theophile raised his eyebrows. “It looks like ancient Egyptian people. Can you ditch these weird fashion choices? You’re going overboard with decorating these paper dolls. Their necks will snap.” “These are just paper dolls. I could snap off another head,” Violet retorted, looking up. “You’ve raised a slightly creepy girl, mate,” Theophile sighed, glancing at Alpha Matthew lying on my lap. “What’s wrong? Kids say weird things all the time,” Alpha Matthew shrugged it off.

Valeria smiled. “Ever heard of the Valkyries?” she asked. “Of course, everyone knows about them. They are very powerful; they have helped with a lot of wars, and they are fierce slayers. I heard the Valkyries and Vladimir are in a battle; apparently there was a war Vladimir was supposed to help with, but the Valkyries sisters got involved and won. Now, Vladimir is searching for them, but no one knows who they are or what they are or where they are; they are like ghosts. Seen only when they want to be seen,” Egan said.

She felt like it was more than wolf indicts. The following night, Vivienne had gotten a dream that made her question her reality. In her dream, a valley stretched before her. It was so vast and broken. It’s ground was uneven and soaked in darkness. The sky above it churned violently, clouds twisting like living things, heavy with storm and fury. Lightning tore across the heavens, illuminating the chaos below in sharp flashes that revealed a battlefield unlike anything she had ever imagined. Creatures filled the valley.

I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS "Oh, you dirty boy," she cried, "then fuck your GILF, give me all that fat cóck and cûm inside me." "You first, my full-time grandma cûm dûmp," I grunted with a smirk. Clearly, I'd been reading too much erotic stories. "Oh yes, Derek," she moaned, "I'll be your granny slut, your grandma cûm dump and your GILF fûck toy."

She says goodbye and runs out of the Vale Hills Estate quickly because she wants to use her sniffing skills to help my path. The sun hits the top of the mountains at ten in the morning. The huge IP drama that comes from the famous web story, 'Evil Child', is holding its big press release inside the main stone hall. This old web story has a giant following of thousands of wolves online, so everyone is super excited for it to become the biggest theater watch of the whole year. A top territory director is leading the hunt, and the actors are all the highest A-lister wolves from the Vale Media Group.

I gasped in shock at her words. Valtek was a myth. A story told to naughty children to prevent them from acting up. An elite force created by werewolves to create order and prevent our selfishness from overtaking our humanity. For years many have set out to prove its existence and have continuously failed, yet here stood Maya claiming to be part of its guild.

"The Alpha king is three centuries old." Yes, I had heard stories of Fenrir Valek. He was a bloodluster—he ate babies for breakfast and had built what was called the Moon Sundering, a place where the war had taken place, and packs still went for war there. Lives were lost until a week ago, when Thorne stepped into her pack, stopping any form of war, and claimed her to be his breeder.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

The Vale had been rebuilt stone by stone, memory by memory. It rose from the ashes not as it was before the battle, but as something new. Vines of dreambloom curled around crystal pillars. Light spilled from lanterns that had no flame. The air shimmered faintly with magic—old and newly born. All across the valley, packs had gathered. Not just wolves. Not just witches. But every kind—shade-born, fae-marked, moon-cursed and sun-sworn. They came not for war. Not this time. They came to witness.

Sylria pushed the staff deeper into my eye before she stopped. "You're Valerie..." I heard Sylria say. "My ankh is in your castle, then it's your castle I shall go." "Where is everyone?" Valerie asked. "The village is empty why is that so?" "Everyone has left, haven't you heard?" "Heard what?" "The Alpha Emeral has declared a war on your kingdom, the migration just happened." My heart skipped a beat, a churning sick feeling came over me but I could not speak because my lips were smashed to a bloody mash.