Freya’s POV
The words with which I begged them for my own death crashed to the floor of the room with a suffocating weight. The air froze. The terror that gripped my throat slowly transformed into something else as I watched the two men.
Jax didn't move. He knelt there beside my bed, his face buried in his hands, and his broad, muscular shoulders shook. That massive, invincible pack leader, who had brought hundreds to their knees with a single growl, was now sobbing before me, shattered into pieces. Kaelen stood in the doorway, and the veteran warrior who had survived countless battles was now as pale and devastated as a ghost.
Slowly, from the overdrive state of my survival instincts, I began to realize that they weren't attacking. They weren't raising their voices. They weren't reachi
