˙ VALKYRIE

“Papa!”

I screamed, watching as he tried to shift back into his wolf.

The Black wolf kept pushing me away with its muzzle. When I raised my head again, he was gone.

His frantic screams had died and only the stiletto of the other wolf hovered around the forest.

The screams died in my throat, and all I could remember was waking up to a loud wail and shout of people outside.

“No—”

“Val.” I felt something warm on my forehead.

“It's okay.” The voice added, ...