Freya’s POV
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I experienced something completely unfamiliar.
There was silence inside my body.
My joints no longer throbbed. My lungs no longer burned. The blue and green bruises covering my arms and legs from yesterday’s falls on the training mats had vanished without a trace.
I sat up in bed and stared at my hands.
Beneath my skin, it wasn’t the golden light of the Valkyries that pulsed anymore, but something far more primal.
Far more ancient.
It felt as though thousands of tiny sparks of fire were dancing through my veins.
Jax’s blood.
It wasn’t the first time I had drunk it.
When I summoned my sword in the clubhouse courtyard and Valkyrie magic had nearly consumed my heart, he had already saved my life with his blood. But back then I had
