Chapter 116

VALERIA’S POV I gripped the file in my hands, my fingers trembling as I stared at the photograph before me. It was her. My mother. Or what was left of her. Her hollow face, sunken eyes, and lifeless expression stared back at me, captured in an image I wasn’t supposed to see. My breath hitched, and an unbearable pressure built in my chest, suffocating me. My entire life, I had believed that my mother died the night of the massacre—that Dimitri had slaughtered my entire pack, leaving nothing but ashes and broken memories. But now… What am I missing? If she had been alive after that night, where had she been? What had happened to her? And more importantly—why had my father kept her alive while everyone else was slaughtered? I flipped through the pages, my mind racing to piece together the information in front of me. But then, my eyes fell on something strange. Numbers. Highlighted in bold. They stood out like a secret I was meant to uncover, taunting me with their mystery. “What do these