Freya's Pov
Once the war council wrapped up, Dane grabbed my hand and tugged me back upstairs to his bedroom. Our bedroom, really, even if we hadn’t exactly made it official yet.
The bed was still a mess from this morning. You know, when we’d been this close to finishing the bond before Henry banged on the door and ruined it all.
Felt like forever ago.
Dane shut the door behind us, and just like that, everything hit me. The threat. The training ahead. That stupid five-day clock ticking down. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the edge of the bed.
“Hey.” He was right there in a second, dropping to his knees in front of me, hands gentle on my face. “Look at me, Freya.”
I did. His eyes were that warm hazel again, his wolf chilling out for once.
“I’m scared,” I admitted, voice bare
