Author POV
Freya slumped on the weathered wooden bench outside Logan's chambers, the rough grain biting into her palms as she clenched her fists tighter. The voices from inside had died down ages ago, leaving only the distant howl of wind through the ancient oaks that ringed the pack estate. But her mind? It was a storm—doubts crashing like thunder, questions she couldn't shove down no matter how hard she tried. Lucia's sudden return had flipped everything upside down, shattering the shaky peace Freya had only just scraped together in her heart.
It wasn't anger at Lucia being back. Nah, that wasn't the poison twisting her gut.
It was the hurt. The sharp, stupid hurt that clawed at her chest.
Because Lucia? She'd been the one Logan promised forever to—back when they were young wolves ru
