After everyone finally cleared out of my father’s office, the room felt quieter—but heavier. The kind of quiet that comes after something important… something that shifts things. I stayed where I was, leaning slightly against the desk, trying to process everything that had just happened—Freya joining the pack, the spell breaking, her losing control… and me pushing her too far.
Dad didn’t say anything straight away. He just watched me for a moment, his expression more thoughtful than usual. Then he spoke.
“Could you feel her aura?” he asked calmly, though there was a clear layer of concern beneath his tone. “She needs to learn how to rein that in, Jensen. She can’t go around hurting people every time her emotions spike.”
I nodded slowly, replaying the moment in my head. The pressure she
