Freya’s POV
The adrenaline that had fueled me after the morning confrontation with the hysterical woman had completely faded by noon.
Even though I had defended myself, even though I had earned the pack’s respect in that moment, summoning my Valkyrie aura had demanded a heavy price from my body.
As we returned to the underground arena to continue training, I knew something was terribly wrong.
A dry, burning sensation spread through my throat. It felt as though fire was consuming me from the inside out.
The vampire half of me, the part I had tried to suppress for so long out of pride and fear, was now desperately demanding what it needed.
I was hungry.
Not for food.
For blood.
Animal blood.
I needed the raw, life giving power of the hunt.
But how could I possibly say it?
Only a
