Freya
The deafening sound of gunfire tore through the quiet night, shattering the fragile calm that had blanketed Blaze's territory. My heart lurched as I glanced around, the air filled with sharp blasts, ricocheting bullets, and desperate cries. Panic washed over me as I began to understand the source. It wasn’t just any attack—it was an assault by people I recognized all too well. My father’s men were here. My chest tightened as the realization sank in. Of course, he’d found me. He never could stand being defied, never accepted the idea of losing control. I couldn’t deny it any longer—this was his twisted form of rescue.
I could feel my hands trembling as I turned to my step-sister, who had also come to realize the danger pressing in around us. She looked at me, eyes wide and terrified
