Chapter 84

MAGNAR’S POV There was something off about those people my father had given entry into the pack. I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was, but the feeling gnawed at me, a constant warning in the back of my mind. I didn’t trust them. That’s why, just to be on the safe side, I deliberately gave them the farthest guest houses to stay in—away from the pack house, away from where they could do any real damage. I wasn’t stupid. Strangers didn’t just show up out of nowhere, fight off rogues for a pack that wasn’t theirs, and expect nothing in return. There was always an ulterior motive. To ensure I wasn’t overthinking, I asked Bernard and a few others to keep an eye on them, to observe their behavior, their routines. So far, the updates had been normal. No suspicious movements, no signs of rebellion. Except for one thing. Valeria. She was getting close to them—too close for my liking. And I had no damn idea why. She wasn’t a slave anymore. She wasn’t confined to th