FREYA
The room felt too still, too heavy, like the walls themselves were holding their breath as I sat across from him. His desk was neat, his posture rigid, and yet there was this restless weight that hung in the air between us.
I didn’t plan to speak...at least not about the thing clawing at my mind...but my mouth betrayed me before I could swallow the words back.
“Why does your own pack think you’re the beast attacking them?”
The question sliced the silence open. It was reckless, too forward, and the second it left me I wished I could drag it back down my throat. But it was too late. Killian froze. His eyes, so dark and shocked, snapped to mine with such intensity that my heart nearly stopped.
I knew I had no right to ask. I hadn’t earned that kind of access into his secrets. Stil
