Freya’s POV
I had never woken up so peacefully. Under the black down comforter, enveloped in Jax's scent, my body finally got the rest it had longed for so desperately. The exhaustion settled within me like a dull, thick fog, and for a single moment, in that quiet, predawn gloom, I believed the nightmares were over.
Then the silence was torn to shreds by a single, bloodcurdling sound.
A deep, drawn-out wolf howl sliced through the air. There was nothing peaceful about it; this sound was a pure, raw alarm. A warning from the border of the territory. Before the howl died away, a second one answered from the distance, then a third.
Jax, who had been sleeping in an armchair next to my bed—respecting my wounds and my boundaries—sprang up in a fraction of a second. There was no trace of slee
