Chapter 88

Third Person's POV

Vanya knelt rigidly on the cold stone floor of the Tempestshroud Origin Hall, her face pale. Korvan Valkar's words still echoed like thunder in the vaulted chamber, each syllable cutting into her pride like a blade. She had long basked in the false glory of clinging to Zarek Vane's name, earning the shallow reverence of pack members who fawned on her. Now, stripped bare before t