Freya's pov
The past few days had been tranquil, almost peaceful. But beneath the calm facade, a storm brewed within my chest.
It wasn't anger that stirred within me, but a sense of unease, a foreboding dread that something was about to go terribly wrong. The quiet stretched on, deceptive in its stillness, but I knew that beyond the horizon, the calm would soon shatter like glass.
My fingernails dug into my palms, an ache pulsing through my fingers as I clenched and unclenched them.
The sky outside my window darkened, the clouds thickening like blood clotting.
The air felt heavy, suffocating, the silence humming like electricity in the stillness. Every shadow held a threat, every whisper of wind held a warning.
I could feel the tension rising, the rage simmering beneath
