The Hidden Wolf

Valerie POV

The silence in the dining hall was so thick you could have cut it with a dull blade. My father, Alpha Evander, stared at me as if I had suddenly sprouted a second head—or perhaps as if I were still suffering from some lingering delirium from my coma. To everyone else, my request was the height of absurdity. Why would the pampered princess of the Pyreclaw Pack want her fiancé’s head on