Chapter 11

VALERIA’S POV I stopped in my tracks, my breath caught in my throat as I turned toward the source of the voice. The air shimmered, and there she stood—a vision of beauty and power. Her form radiated an ethereal glow, a soft, silvery light that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly rhythm. A delicate halo framed her, and her presence was both calming and commanding, like the serene yet undeniable pull of the moon itself. My lips parted, but no words came. I tried to speak, to understand what I was seeing. “Are… are you… you…” I stuttered, my voice trembling. She smiled gently, a sound like the soft chiming of distant bells escaping her lips. “Shh, child,” she said, her voice warm and soothing, laced with an unearthly grace that made my heart flutter. The rogue closest to her, the one who had attacked me, let out a low, guttural growl. She knelt gracefully, her hand reaching out to touch its head. The moment her fingers brushed its fur, the rogue froze. Then, to my astonishment, it lowe