Dorian's pov
Nobody slept that night.
We gathered in the lodge's main hall past midnight, Freya wrapped in blankets near the fire, still trembling from exhaustion and grief she clearly hadn't allowed herself to fully feel until she'd finally reached somewhere safe enough to feel it.
"Tell us everything," Wren said gently. "Every detail, however small it seems. We need to understand exactly what's approaching before we can prepare for it."
Freya nodded slowly, gathering herself. "My pack held territory three months' hard travel from here, in lands where the old feuds run so deep most of us couldn't remember what started them. Two founding families, generations of resentment, marriages that never quite healed the original wound. We functioned, mostly. We told ourselves functioning was e
