Chapter 27

VALERIA’S POV I stared at the items Elijah had laid out on the table, my emotions a chaotic storm. Dread twisted in my stomach, but a small flicker of hope burned in my chest—a dangerous, fragile thing that could be extinguished at any moment. “Why do you have all this?” I asked, my voice shaky. Elijah met my gaze, his expression unreadable yet deeply serious. “Because I’ve been trying to figure out why Dimitri destroyed our pack—and what he’s planning to do next.” The weight of his words pressed down on me. All these years, I’d thought of myself as a victim, as someone who had no choice but to survive. But Elijah… he’d been piecing together the fragments of our tragedy, preparing for something bigger. “So, you’ve been planning revenge against him?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “But now that you’ve told me there are members of our pack still alive—living as slaves in his pack—I have even more reason to destroy him. I won’t leave them the