Freya's Pov
We packed our belongings and made our way back to the car. The drive back to the pack house was quiet, the tension palpable between us.
As Logan drove, his jaw was set in a determined line, his focus on the road ahead. I could tell he was trying to keep his emotions in check, but I could sense the anger and concern simmering just below the surface.
We reached the pack house without incident, but as we pulled into the driveway, I saw several of the pack's warriors gathered, their expressions grim.
Logan turned to me, his gaze intense.
"Go to your room," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "I need to meet with the pack, discuss our strategy. You'll be safe there."
I hesitated, my heart still racing from our interrupted moment on the beach, but I could tell
