"An Enigma Omega bonds with an Alpha and a Beta-Witch Wolf."
An hour later, I was still standing by the fireplace, the faint scent of old oak and cooling whiskey filling the silence of my private chambers. The air had barely settled since Valehart Nyra's silent departure. I was running a detailed simulation in my mind, calculating the deployment of her reconnaissance skills against the likely movements of Vorrath's remaining external agents, when the door opened again.
A young, nervous Beta guard stepped inside, his eyes darting quickly over the opulent room. "Your Majesty," he announced, his voice stiff with formality. "Valehart Nyra requests an immediate, private audience, and she has insisted that it is a matter of critical strategic importance."
I smiled in secret as was expected, since Niko had already seen that Valehart would come to me. But as I looked at the anxious guard, a deep, primal satisfaction surged through my chest, and Vayne rose.
