Freya's pov
"Shh," I murmured, pressing my ear to the door, trying to make sense of the muffled noises from inside the room.
My wolf bristled, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
"Something's not right," she said, her tone urgent. "We need to act now."
My mind racing, I retreated from the door, my feet carrying me away from Logan's room. My wolf growled in protest, but I ignored her as I fled back to the safety of my own bedroom.
Elena sat on my bed, a worried frown creasing her forehead. "What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes full of concern.
I shook my head, my mind reeling. "Something doesn't feel right," I whispered, dropping onto the bed beside her. "I'm afraid for Logan."
Elena's soft lips pressed against my cheek, and I forced a smile, my face muscl
