Freya's POV
It had been a week since the attack—the one that nearly stole my life.
The pain had faded completely by the second day. The wound had healed mysteriously, closing right before the healer's hands reached me. Everyone was stunned, especially the healer himself.
"She's the kind born once in a million years," he'd announced with strange reverence before walking away.
Since then, whispers followed me everywhere. Not just awe, but suspicion, envy, and fear. Some wolves looked at me like a miracle. Others like a threat.
I tried to drown them out with training. The clashing of fists against dummies, the burn in my muscles, the steady rhythm of my heartbeat—it grounded me.
That afternoon, I was deep in focus when I felt a presence approach.
I didn't stop my drills. "Alpha Logan."
