Freya's POV
I froze, my fear and adrenaline colliding in a dangerous mix. "Logan," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Please, I didn't mean to..."
"...You have disobeyed me," Logan continued, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "And now, you will pay."
His words hung in the air like a warning, and I knew that I was in grave danger. There was no reasoning with Logan, no appealing to his sense of mercy. He was a wolf on the hunt, and I was his prey.
I backed away, my feet stumbling over the uneven ground as I tried to put some distance between us. But Logan was relentless, his eyes fixed on mine like a predator about to strike.
The voice that rang out was both familiar and unexpected, a whisper of guidance in the darkness.
"Run, Freya. Ru
