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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

Zane’s POV Before anyone noticed it, I did. Out of the corner of my eyes as I watched Naya take a bow to the entire crowd on her victory, I saw Valkyra. She was rising from where she lay. Slowly and shaking with rage and a dark desire.. And with what looked like the very last of her strength. Her eyes were wild. Unhinged. “Neverrr…” she screeched, her voice cracking. “I’ll kill you!!!”

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

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.

Widowmaker grinned, wiping dirt off her neck. Spider held up a flash drive. “Coordinates. Movement patterns. Looks like Valeria’s setting up artillery routes through the border villages.” Vulture’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Let her come. This mountain isn’t just stone—it’s family. And it eats people like her.” Ryder peeked at the Triad again. “Family that stares into your soul and judges your ancestors.” “They are your allies,” Vulture deadpanned. “Not ghosts.” “Ghosts don’t polish blades in the courtyard like that!” Luka whispered harshly.

Maxine told him. Angela reached for a bowl with half of it said Shattered. “I picked this up when we were cleaning his cell.” Maxine took the bowl and shut her eyes as she he in her hands. “What’s she doing?” Peterson said. “Unlike archangels, Valkyries can trace a living or dead being's spirit so long as we have an object that they’ve come across the lieutenant said. “Perfect for fine soldiers who’ve died in battle. Or cleaning up for glorified prison guards Tina said.

"You're just the loose end he hasn't figured out how to tie off. Yet." Tears blurred my vision. I tried to pull away, but just then, a loud crack echoed through the chamber. The sacred vessel containing the blood of the Valkyrie ancestors had fractured. It was an ancient crystal container, filled with the pure blood of their progenitors, pulsing with immense power. And now, that power was about to break free. "Everyone, back!" Viktor roared. But it was too late. The vessel exploded, sending a massive wave of energy ripping through the room.

Alexa The same balcony that father had fallen from ten years ago loomed over me. The same spot where they had claimed my father took his life. I can still picture his bloody, lifeless body on the compound waterfall that’s mounted below. It causes nausea to crawl up my throat. “You ungrateful brat, how dare you show up here?!” A lady with a bulb hairstyle just like mine, fair and pale skin tone just like mine, height a little taller than mine, marched up to me with obvious fury written all over her face.

“You can’t kill a god.” “Then I’ll kill the vessel,” Amara hisses. She moves fast—too fast. She dives through the flames, dodging the heat, sliding across marble. She fires twice—both rounds aimed at the heart. Aurora staggers. But instead of blood, light pours from the wound. Her voice is pure Valeria now. “You think you can stop what heaven blessed?” And then the light hits us both. Amara I see everything. Valeria’s curse, her birth, her rage—the ancient pact that tied her to our bloodlines. The serpent and the flame, bound to destroy each other until one of us breaks the circle.

Does she have a suicide wish? I was about to approach her when she turned around, and my brows arched immediately in recognition. Valerie?? She gasped, obviously shocked to see me. "Who the fuck are you?" She snapped, obviously pissed at my undeliberate Feisty! How perfect! "I knew I saw someone walk towards this place." I responded with a smile, trying as much as possible to act cool. "I'm Alpha Kane, from the WinterMist Pack. I arrived at the pack a few hours ago for a business collaboration with your pack. I guess you're Valerie Michaels, the Alpha's aide?"