Freya's Pov
God, it hurts.
Not like a cut or a broken bone that eventually dulls. This… this is soul deep. The kind of pain that makes you forget there was ever a time when breathing didn’t feel like swallowing razor blades.
Every inhale is glass. Every heartbeat is someone sitting on my chest. And underneath it all, the power inside me is screaming... not at me, not trying to claw its way out. It’s screaming because it’s being torn apart. Piece by bloody piece.
Viktor’s ritual isn’t waking anything up. It’s ripping the power straight out of me. Like someone reaching into a still-living body and yanking out organs one by one.
Please. Please just stop.
But it doesn’t. It keeps pulling. Keeps shredding. Keeps destroying me from the inside.
I can hear him chanting... his voice rising
