FREYA
I barely registered the slam of the pack house doors as Nero dragged me inside. My knees scraped against the stone when he released me, and I crashed onto the ground like a discarded object.
The sting shot up my legs, but it was nothing compared to the tearing sensation in my chest. For a moment, I just stayed there, palms pressed against the cold floor, my breath breaking into shallow sobs...my heart couldn't take it anymore.
I could hear them...my pack. My people. Feet shuffling, gasps muffled, whispers. They had gathered the moment Nero’s anger thundered through the link, and now every eye was on me. I didn’t dare lift my head. I didn’t want to see the mixture of pity, shock, or worse...satisfaction...etched on their faces.
“Get up,” Nero’s voice cracked through the silence,
