Freya's Pov
I went to find Selene feeling clearer than I had in weeks.
George made me see it: I’d been shutting everyone out, trying to turn myself into someone I’m not. And Selene was the one feeding me all that garbage.
She was on the training field, running drills with some of the younger wolves. She moved like she was born to fight fast, perfect, scary. When she saw me coming, she smiled like everything was normal.
“Freya. I didn’t think you’d show up today. After everything, I figured we’d skip training.”
“No. I need to talk. Just us.”
Something flashed in her eyes, gone too quick to catch. “Sure. Give me a second.”
She sent the kids off, then turned back to me with that same sweet, helpful smile she always used.
“What’s up?”
“I’m done,” I said flat out.
Her smile dropped a
