KILLIAN
The night air hit me like a slap when I stepped out of Margaret's cottage. Her words still rang in my ears, louder than the howl of the wind.
I clenched my fists until my claws threatened to break skin. I should have felt relief. Answers were what I came for, wasn’t it? Instead, all I felt was dread.
Freya.
Her name alone burned through me. The girl with the dragon fire. My mate, my undoing.
The seer’s voice hadn’t wavered when she said it—like she’d been waiting all along for this truth to come to light. I’d known she was gifted, but the precision of her words unsettled me.
How could she know so much? How could she look me in the eye and tell me that Freya’s fate was tied to mine, as if it were a simple fact carved in stone?
I shoved a hand through my hair and started down
