FREYA
The ground hit my knees hard as the warriors shoved me across the border, their hands releasing me like I was filth they didn’t want staining their fingers.
That was it.
Nero’s voice still rang in my head like an echo that wouldn’t fade. My whole body shook, not from the cool evening air, but from the sheer weight of humiliation. He hadn’t just stripped me of my place—he had stripped me of my identity, my worth, and thrown me out for the world to devour.
Behind me, I could still hear the muffled sound of voices from the pack house. Laughter. Celebration. Him announcing Lilith as his chosen Luna. The knife twisted deeper. My tears blurred the trees before me, and I stumbled to my feet, wiping my face with the back of my hand.
I couldn’t cry here. Not where they might still see m
