Freya's Pov
I never even made it to dinner.
As soon as George and I got back from training, I was totally wiped out. It hit me hard like a truck, honestly. Every step to the pack house felt like slogging through thick mud. My arms and legs were dead weight, my head was throbbing, and my whole body was just begging for a break.
"You good?" George asked, grabbing my arm when I tripped on the porch steps.
"Just tired. Like, really tired."
"Go crash. I'll let Dane know you're out cold." He gave my shoulder a squeeze. "You went all out today. Give your body a chance to recover."
I just nodded, I was too tired to say much else. I dragged myself to Dane's room... our room now, I guess... and flopped onto the bed still in my clothes. I figured I'd at least kick off my shoes or crawl under th
