Freya's POV
Everything felt like a blur—colors and sounds bleeding together like wet paint on canvas.
One second, I was choking on my own blood, pain ripping through my stomach like claws trying to escape from the inside. The next, Logan's voice wrapped around me, shaking and broken in ways I never thought him capable of.
"Stay with me, Freya… please."
I could feel his arms around me, strong but trembling like he was the one dying. My vision swam—faces floating in and out of focus, shadows dancing with torchlight, Samantha's frantic voice cutting through the fog. Theodore yelled something I couldn't make out. Xavier barked orders. Feet shuffled everywhere.
And then—
"Move, Alpha. Let me treat her."
The healer's voice was calm but urgent. An older man with steady hands and tired eyes
