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She better get used to it—with Kaia, Zoe, Summer, and Zoe’s warriors, the she-wolf energy in this group could power a nation. While Mom and Mist start sketching a strategy, Gondul turns to another Valkyrie. “Find Selene, Thor, and Hecate. We need them now. Go!” The Valkyrie doesn’t respond. She just whistles, and one of those stunning white horses bursts from the trees. She swings onto its back, kicks her heels, and is airborne—lightning cracking in her wake.

She cursed, rubbing her forehead again. Apparently, Valkyrie had gone clubbing the previous night and had the famous wolf alcohol which was highly prohibited for anyone with a strong wolf. Even a sip wasn't even allowed. Valkyrie had a very strong wolf and she ended up drinking three bottles of wolf Alcohol. I watched as she tossed and turned every now and then before she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Why are you here?” She asked without looking at me and I bit my lower lip. “To apologize.” I said, watching her for any reaction. She gave nothing out and just replied, “Your apology isn't needed, just go and do the right thing.”

I watched as they tried to intimidate Roddy because of their heights by baring their teeth at him and to my amusement Roddy bared his teeth back of them that for a moment I thought he was the hunting dog not them. They shrunk back when they realised that Roddy wasn't going to back down. Pride swelled in me and I caught myself smiling totally forgetting what awaits me. On remembering that my smile dropped but I smiled again anyways. I wasn't about to spend probably my last hours wallowing in sadness at what is to come. A Valkyrie isn't afraid of war. She faces it squarely with one thing in mind. To be victorious. Because she is made for that purpose. That calmed me down. It's the quote I form

She knew he was her mate and she still went ahead to do what she did with Darius. He was a whole other thing entirely. Fucking bastard prick. I pushed myself even harder. I did not want to think about this anymore. “Tyrin did not even think to tell me” Valkyrie seethed. She was extremely pissed off. Although Tyrin and Valkyrie didn’t have the same emotional connection that Romeo and I have… well had because I sure as well do no want to fuck him now, or ever again for that matter, but they were friends and so she also felt betrayed.

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 reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

I walked past him. “In her room.” Thorne walked behind me. “If she said you should stay away from her, then you should. For now. Until I know why.” I said to him and then barged into the room. Valkyrie sprawled under the duvet. Her chest is heaving heavily, like her heart is about to burst out of her chest. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her lips were trembling. Whatever is wrong with her must be so severe. “Give us a moment, please,” I said to Raymond. He nodded, gave a glance to Val, and stepped out.

Tengu ran rooftop dojos and taught air the art of being stepped on. Valkyries kept to high places—the bones of old volcanoes and the ends of ridgelines where clouds hooked themselves to the earth. Their halls were no-nonsense spaces full of banners that told you who’d died and why and whether they’d done it well. They had little patience for mirrors, good ale, and a lot of opinions about cowards. They also had, if you stayed long enough to see it, an excellent sense of humor that was mostly practical jokes played on giants, and once—only once—on a dragon who took it well enough to leave the mountain unmolested for a year.

They knew only that she delivered, and that her price was absolute discretion. Her personal comm, a heavily modified slab of black crystal, chimed with a unique, soft tone. Not a client. This was a different channel, one tied to the few legitimate fronts she maintained. She was, on paper, a freelance data archaeologist and systems consultant. She swiped the message open. It wasn’t text. It was an immersive sigil, a shifting, three-dimensional emblem of a stylized Valkyrie helmet superimposed over a spinning galaxy. VALHALLA ENTERTAINMENTS: INVITATION TO PARADIGM

replied Gamiel, "Uuuuuuughhh," she grunts. * * * * "Thank you for coming Valerie," said Brent, "It is not much of a problem," replied Valerie, unpacking her things, "So the rumours are true, she is alive?" Asked Valerie, "Well, so it is," replied Brent, "I could feel her energy, the power inside of her, it's overwhelming," said Valerie, "Can you handle that?" Asked Brent, "Will try my best," replied Valerie,