FREYA
The dining hall was brighter than I expected at that hour, sunlight spilling through tall windows and pooling across the long wooden table.
The room smelled of roasted meat and fresh bread, warm and inviting, yet all I felt was the knot tightening in my stomach. I lingered for a moment at the doorway, bracing myself.
I wasn’t used to eating in the open like this, surrounded by others. Since arriving at Killian’s pack house, I’d kept mostly to myself, tucked away where no one could measure me with their curious eyes. But this morning Killian had insisted—join us for breakfast. I had the sense it wasn’t a suggestion.
And now here I was, half-tempted to turn and bolt.
Killian sat at the head of the table, his hands folded loosely in front of him. Rowan, his Beta, occupied the sea
