Freya’s POV
The world around the clubhouse had completely changed by the time the sun rose. I watched from the bedroom window as the pack's territory transformed overnight from a quiet forest retreat into a bustling, chaotic military camp. The continuous, deep rumble of motorcycles shook the windowpanes. Jax’s men mounted their bikes one after another, following the Alpha's orders to scatter across the state and mobilize the distant members of the pack, as well as the allied clans.
A thick, metallic tension vibrated in the air, but I was no longer afraid of it. Jax's blood pulsed in my veins, warm and strong, keeping the Valkyrie magic that had nearly consumed me the night before in balance.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. Before I could answer, the handle pressed down, and a woma
