Nina

The Valens Pack’s high-profile event is a swirl of lights and laughter, the atmosphere electric with excitement. I stand in front of the mirror in my room, adjusting the dark emerald dress that clings to my curves perfectly. It’s elegant, with a plunging neckline that I usually wouldn’t dare to wear, but tonight feels different. Tonight, I’m reclaiming my power.

“Damn, sis,” Dominic says from the doorway, arms crossed as he leans against the frame. “You look stunning.”

“Thanks,” I reply, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “Just trying to keep up with the standards around here.”

He smirks, pushing off the door and stepping...